Its raining, no, its actually pouring. I can hear the pitter patter of the drops outside. The leaves outside the room glimmer and shine with the wetness on them.
I would like to go out to the terrace for a smoke but its just so wet. Its silent, dead still. The only movement is her stomach moving up and down with her calm breathing. She looks so serious in her sleep. It looked like she was thinking hard in her sleep, like as if going to make some life changing decision.
I heard the faraway howl of a dog. It sent a small shiver up my spine. No matter how grown up one was, sometimes the events of your youth never let go of you. I didn't believe in Gods or Devils or Angels or honest politicians, but the dark brought out fear in me. I refrained from watching horror movies or reading horror related stuff. I had trouble walking to the toilet at night. My imagination contorted my own shadow to make it appear like some monster from another world.
I really wanted a smoke. I risked it all and walked to the terrace for that smoke. I hate it when my mind asks for that nicotine shot and the same mind just does not want to move for a number of reasons ranging from fear to sudden wave of health consciousness. The smoking event itself ceases to be a pleasure in this case, the only thing running in your mind is to finish and move and so you hurry and you take in too much of smoke and your lungs start revolting making you cough. And coughing at this silent dead hour - I was scared I'd wake someone or something up.
I can see the neighbour's mango tree swaying in the wind. Shit, why the hell did I wake up now I cursed myself.
I don't know why, but there are a few things that creep many people out. Maybe it is something to do with the scary stuff we are fed in movies and media. Some things like trees in a breeze at night, black cats, dogs howling etc scare all people who have the tendency to be scared by the supernatural.
I tried to divert my mind. I tried to consciously think about other things, but the stupid mind does not work that way. It seems like it enjoys putting one through unpleasant times and when one tries to slip out of it, it only makes it worse. And my mind started thinking about all the scary stories it could ever remember.
I heard faint mumbling. The tree was suddenly swaying vigorously. What was that on the neighbour's veranda? It was getting bigger and bigger and from where it was I was clearly visible.I tried to run but I seemed stuck and as everything turned black. I saw the tree swaying and a deep red glow that slowly faded away.
I woke up staring at her. As I sat up I realized I was at a hospital. It was day and she came to my side. I had passed out last night on the terrace. I had fallen down and hit my head on the parapet. The neighbours had heard a scream and woken her up.
Their son had just come home from abroad and after taking the key from a flower pot at the side of the house had switched on the light. He heard a scream and the rest I know.
His shadow had grown bigger and bigger as he approached the door from the verandah and my imagination finished did the rest. As I passed out I saw my cigarette bud going out and that was the red glow.
The only thing I could not figure out now was why she had red glowing eyes. I felt blackness envelope me again.
I would like to go out to the terrace for a smoke but its just so wet. Its silent, dead still. The only movement is her stomach moving up and down with her calm breathing. She looks so serious in her sleep. It looked like she was thinking hard in her sleep, like as if going to make some life changing decision.
I heard the faraway howl of a dog. It sent a small shiver up my spine. No matter how grown up one was, sometimes the events of your youth never let go of you. I didn't believe in Gods or Devils or Angels or honest politicians, but the dark brought out fear in me. I refrained from watching horror movies or reading horror related stuff. I had trouble walking to the toilet at night. My imagination contorted my own shadow to make it appear like some monster from another world.
I really wanted a smoke. I risked it all and walked to the terrace for that smoke. I hate it when my mind asks for that nicotine shot and the same mind just does not want to move for a number of reasons ranging from fear to sudden wave of health consciousness. The smoking event itself ceases to be a pleasure in this case, the only thing running in your mind is to finish and move and so you hurry and you take in too much of smoke and your lungs start revolting making you cough. And coughing at this silent dead hour - I was scared I'd wake someone or something up.
I can see the neighbour's mango tree swaying in the wind. Shit, why the hell did I wake up now I cursed myself.
I don't know why, but there are a few things that creep many people out. Maybe it is something to do with the scary stuff we are fed in movies and media. Some things like trees in a breeze at night, black cats, dogs howling etc scare all people who have the tendency to be scared by the supernatural.
I tried to divert my mind. I tried to consciously think about other things, but the stupid mind does not work that way. It seems like it enjoys putting one through unpleasant times and when one tries to slip out of it, it only makes it worse. And my mind started thinking about all the scary stories it could ever remember.
I heard faint mumbling. The tree was suddenly swaying vigorously. What was that on the neighbour's veranda? It was getting bigger and bigger and from where it was I was clearly visible.I tried to run but I seemed stuck and as everything turned black. I saw the tree swaying and a deep red glow that slowly faded away.
I woke up staring at her. As I sat up I realized I was at a hospital. It was day and she came to my side. I had passed out last night on the terrace. I had fallen down and hit my head on the parapet. The neighbours had heard a scream and woken her up.
Their son had just come home from abroad and after taking the key from a flower pot at the side of the house had switched on the light. He heard a scream and the rest I know.
His shadow had grown bigger and bigger as he approached the door from the verandah and my imagination finished did the rest. As I passed out I saw my cigarette bud going out and that was the red glow.
The only thing I could not figure out now was why she had red glowing eyes. I felt blackness envelope me again.
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