01/02/2018
By -Baishali Singh
The time was midnight, a small boy heard scratching at his bedroom door, along with the sound of his dog whining “Ugh…” the boy groaned, getting out of his bed and opening his door, seeing...nothing. The hall was dark and empty, a singular window open down the hall, light from the moon outside shining in through the window, a gentle, cold breese going into the house, the sound of the wind echoing off of the empty walls, no paintings or decorations, just striped, white wallpapers on the walls “Troy….?”
boy says in a small, shaky voice, calling out for his dog as he looks around, thinking the dog had just run back down to his bed in the livingroom, and he then remembered that he had already let his dog into his room earlier in the night, the German Shepard sleeping peacefully on the ground beside the bed, a small shifting coming from the hallway,as a small melody rings through the silent night as the boy turns back to the hall, a small girl in a white dress just...standing there, holding a box in her hand, the source of the tune, her hair covering her face, the boy petrified, unable to move, sweat dripping down from his forehead, he felt cold, lifeless as the girl lifted her head, not even having a face, nothing but a black hole where her facial features would be as she walks down the hall, past the boy as he closes his eyes tight, opening them when nothing happens, seeing that the girl was gone...until the loud, grotesque sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing came from the bedroom, and when the boy turned to look, he saw a puddle of blood...nothing else, covering the floor where the dog once was, traces of the blood on the cieling, fear filling the boy’s heart, gripping at him, unable to breath like a massive python just coiled around his small body as he then wakes up in his bed, laying in a puddle of his own sweat, he felt better knowing it was just a dream...until he hears the same music playing from across the room, his sister was standing there with her antique music box, wondering why her brother was shivering and shouting so much in his sleep “Brother...are you ok?” she asks, the boy smiling at her “I’m fine…” he says, his sister nodding and leaving his room....
Good morning mom, you know Harris was so scared last night, a girl spoke wearing silk white gown.
Come on vanilla, don't be such a dead ringer for the ghost in my dreams. I was more scared to see you, Harris laughed with sarcasm....
By -Subir Deb Nath
Harris went to the bathroom, switched the shower and stood there for while. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl from the dream, and that pecuilar sound. He closed his eyes and went under the shower, it was soothing. The water made him calm, he felt quite relaxed. Suddenly he realised it was not water... ohh holy blessings.. It is blood, he screamed !!!
He rushed to the door k**b , which got stuck. Probably the k**b wasn't working. In his fear with the shaky hands he tried to open the door but doing so he broke the k**b itself. Now he was stuck in the bathroom. The blood from shower started making red patches on the white tiles of bathroom's wall. He switched off the shower, stood there, legs shaking, in fear and confusion. He patted the door very roughly, hoping someone will come to rescue. No one heard him. He got furious and hit hard on the door and injured his wrist. Screamed and sat there on floor with pain, started crying holding his wrist with the other hand. Then he saw blood dripping on his wrist, drop by drop. He raised his head to see the shower, frequency if drop increased and continued, once ag*in the blood shower begun. First he screamed then got numb. He kinda got paralyzed.
Felt water drops on his face, 'wake up you Ass, its bright out there' his sister shouted. Go get freshed, momma's calling.
Harris woke up , ohh gotta be kidding me it was just another bad dream, he sighed. Raised both his hands yawned and aaaahhh my wrist.. It hurts, and hurts very bad....
******To be continued....
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