(This is a part of a thriller-horror series which deals with supernatural powers, conscience and revenge)
It was seven minutes past one. Darkness in its purest form. Ominous silence. Doors and windows all tightly bolted. I woke up to drink a glass of water. I slowly divorced myself from my bed, hurried downstairs. Walked into my kitchen. Turned the light switched on. Flickering glow. Triphammering heart. My thoughts were full of the recent death of a sixty five year old fat faced woman due to breast cancer. Many said her house was haunted by a spirit which was believed to be of her late husband.
As I filled my glass, I noticed the darkness drifting. A few minutes later, the bulb went off. I searched for a candle and a match stick and found them right on one corner of the shelf. I ignited a match and the candle threw in light. It was the only form of glow in my entire life.
I drank, and something kept me awake for a while. I turned on the switch in the living room and sat on my red couch . It was my favourite. And my bad, that bulb too went off. I was pissed. My thoughts, muddled. As I was about to get back to bed, I noticed there was something unusual about the mirror hanging on the yellow hued wall. I went near, and felt vibrations. Only there. I thought I was hallucinating.
I felt someone was behind me. I turned, but no one. My neck like an automation, turned itself to my right, and I noticed a figure (I thought it was my cousin, who had come in for a week), coming towards me. I was confident enough it wouldn’t make me freak out.
I felt like it passed through me. While it took time to recover from that temporary trauma, that goddamn thing took some random coloured ink and wrote an undecipherable code on the mirror.
I found it hilarious for a nano second, then terrifying. My conscience said it was all normal, but I couldn’t pay heed.
Before I could make out something of it, the figure moved away.
(To be continued…)
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