EXIT 6: The Cursed City of Pardis and the Door to the Demon
🔥 Welcome to the terrifying world of EXIT 6, where the prison is darker than death itself...
In the Iranian desert lies the city of Pardis, once called “Paradise,” but now cursed as the dwelling place of demonic spirits.
---EXIT 6: The Cursed City of Pardis and the Door to the Demon
They say the EXIT 6 door in the palace leads to a place from which no one ever returns.
Whoever crosses it… their soul is trapped in eternal darkness, while their body becomes a puppet of demons.
---EXIT 6: The Cursed City of Pardis and the Door to the Demon
💀 This story drips with blood, screams, and horrifying secrets.
Every line will stop your heartbeat…
And every scene will chill you to the bone.
---EXIT 6: The Cursed City of Pardis and the Door to the Demon
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EXIT 6**
Part – 1
The desert of Tehran. As far as the eye could see—only dust, broken roads, the whistling of the wind, and the crushing weight of emptiness. In the middle of this wasteland stood “Pardis”, once called “Paradise”—a dream to create heaven on earth. But now? This place reeked of death and silence.
Tall towers that once glowed with the presence of people now stood like lifeless stones. Their black windows and doors looked like the eyes of a monster staring from afar. When sunlight hit these buildings, their shadows spread across the desert like an invisible shroud.
But in the middle of it all was one palace-like building, taller and more terrifying than the rest. Its hallways were always filled with darkness—whether day or night. And the most dangerous thing about it?
One of its doors—EXIT 6.
They said that anyone who passed through this EXIT never returned to the real world. Their breathing might continue, but their body became a corpse. And that corpse was taken over by demonic spirits.
Rumors had already spread. Many families had once moved here but vanished without a trace. No one ever found their bodies. The only thing known was this: at night, from inside that palace-like building, came the screams of women, the cries of children—and then, suddenly, silence.
One night, a storm rose in the desert. The dust was so thick that it was impossible to see anything ahead. On that very night, four friends—Aria, Majid, Farhad, and Samira—came to explore the abandoned city. They were all adventure lovers, laughing at ghost stories.
“This is all nonsense,” Farhad said, staring at the palace. “The Exit 6 story? Ridiculous. People make up anything just to scare others.”
But then—the wind stopped. The silence grew heavy. And suddenly, a long creaking sound:
Crrrrrrr…
All four turned their heads.
The palace door was slowly opening by itself.
From its dark mouth came a blast of cold air, like the stench of decay escaping a grave. The darkness inside was strange—thick, sticky, and heavy, almost alive.
“This… this isn’t right,” Samira’s voice trembled.
But the other three gathered courage and stepped inside.
On the walls were carved faces—but not ordinary ones. Their eyes glowed red, and their lips were sewn shut. It looked as though living humans had been turned to stone and embedded into the walls forever.
They walked slowly, their footsteps echoing through the vast hall.
Then Majid suddenly stopped.
“Look!” he pointed.
Ahead, a sign glowed:
EXIT 6 →
A red arrow pointed down the corridor.
Aria laughed. “So this is the famous door? Let’s see what people are so scared of.”
But just then, the walls began to tremble. The lights flickered. And the door ahead slowly started to open.
There was no room inside, no corridor—only endless darkness.
And from that darkness came a voice:
“I’ve been waiting for you… for so long.”
All the blood drained from their faces.
Suddenly Samira screamed—she saw her shadow peel away from her and stick to the wall.
But her body remained standing, moving on its own.
From the door, black hands reached out one by one, grabbing her body.
Samira’s eyes rolled back. Her breathing continued… but her soul was gone somewhere else.
The other three froze in terror. And then, from the doorway, came laughter—laughter not of a human:
“Leaving through Exit 6 means being trapped in darkness forever.”
They screamed. But their night had only just begun—
the night when the cursed city of Pardis was hungry for more blood.
(Part 1 ends — in Part 2, the truth will be revealed about where EXIT 6 actually leads, and which demon has taken possession of Samira’s body…)
EXIT 6**
Part – 2
The laughter echoed through the palace—laughter that was not human. Smoke filled the air, as if someone had opened the gates of hell beneath the ground. Samira’s body stood there, her eyes completely white, and her lips trembling as if speaking in some unknown tongue.
Aria, Majid, and Farhad stepped back, but behind them there was only endless darkness. The path had changed. The walls slowly shifted, pushing them closer to EXIT 6.
“We’re trapped…” Majid whispered, his voice dry and broken.
Suddenly, Samira’s body jerked violently. Her neck twisted unnaturally backward, bones cracking in her spine. Then from her lips came a voice:
“Your world is already finished. Exit 6 has seen you.”
Aria gathered his courage and reached for her hand—but the moment he touched it, blisters spread across his palm, as if he had dipped it into boiling oil. Aria screamed and pulled back in pain.
The Secret of the Past
Suddenly, the walls of the palace lit up with a blood-red glow. The faces carved into the stone began to move. One of them opened its eyes and spoke:
“This city was once paradise… but there was a pact.”
Farhad stammered, trembling, “What kind of pact?”
The face whispered:
“With the demons buried beneath the desert… Humans paid the price to create heaven. EXIT 6 is the doorway of that pact. Whoever crosses it surrenders their soul to the demons.”
As soon as the words were spoken, the faces crumbled into dust and fell from the wall.
Samira’s Transformation
Samira was no longer human. Black smoke poured from her white eyes. Her voice now carried the echoes of countless shadows:
“No one leaves this place. Your bodies will be displayed like graves, and your souls will join our army.”
She stretched out her fingers and pointed at the wall.
A crack split open, and from it emerged dozens of black hands. Instead of nails, they had long iron spikes. The hands reached for Aria and Majid.
Aria screamed and ran, but the floor beneath him vanished. He plunged into a pit below. It wasn’t a well—it was filled with boiling blood, with bones floating in it.
Majid tried to grab him, but one of the black hands seized his neck and slammed him against the wall. Blood poured from his skull.
Farhad’s Discovery
Desperate to survive, Farhad darted through a doorway and found himself in a long tunnel. Along the walls, in glowing red letters, was written:
“EXIT 6 = DEATH”
At the tunnel’s end, he found something—
an ancient book.
Inside, it read: “The souls of Exit 6 can only be freed if another soul is sacrificed in their place.”
Farhad’s trembling hands turned the pages. In blood, a warning was scrawled:
“Whoever reads this must also provide a sacrifice.”
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He spun around—
Aria had returned, soaked in blood, his eyes now pitch black.
“You will be the next sacrifice…” Aria growled.
The Demonic Vision
The tunnel shook violently. Blood dripped from the ceiling. Voices filled the air—children screaming, women sobbing, old men laughing. The noise was so overwhelming that blood began pouring from Farhad’s ears.
Suddenly, all four of them were together again (Samira and Aria now full demons, Majid half-dead). Before them stood the door of EXIT 6, wide open.
Through the door was not desert, but another world—
a dark land.
In the sky hung an upside-down moon. On the ground, thousands of headless corpses wandered. Their eyes were on their stomachs, and their shrieks tore through the air.
Samira and Aria shoved Farhad forward, hissing:
“Now it’s your turn… jump yourself, or we’ll throw you in.”
Farhad trembled, backing away. Bones cracked under his feet.
Majid, barely alive, lifted his head and moaned:
“Don’t… don’t go… Whoever crosses EXIT 6… is trapped forever.”
But it was too late.
From the doorway emerged a colossal figure—
eyes glowing red, horns black as night, and thousands of hands. Its roar shook the entire palace.
“I am the demon… for whom this city was built.”
Farhad’s scream echoed through the palace walls.
EXIT 6 was now fully open.
(Part 2 ends — In Part 3, the truth will be revealed: Can Farhad escape? Who is the real demon of EXIT 6, and when did the city’s curse truly begin? The next part will bring the bloodiest and most terrifying scene yet.)
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