Tasting Evil-Part 5:A Different Game

It took quite a long time to convince my family. I couldn’t disclose the exact reason behind all the chaos.

“Stay safe”, said my sister.

I took a cab to his place and reached there in about fifty two minutes. Quite early. As I entered, I could see the sprawling lawn with various herbs and flowers. It was beautiful.

“Hello Jen !” he came running and gave a warm hug. His mom was there too, wearing a yellow kimono-kinda dress with hair left free. “Welcome Jen, had your dinner ?”,she asked. “No”, I said colourlessly. “Oh then come on, I’ve made jalapeno cornbreads, okras and chicken fried steak. Cookies and taco salad too.”

Eric took me to the dining room. There was a Caramel hued wooden square table which could accommodate half a dozen members. Eric sat down beside me, wearing a loose, red Nike T-shirt with boxer shorts. I liked his family, they were too welcoming. His dad had passed away a couple of years ago, and it was his uncle who took care of the family.

After dinner, we went up the stairs to his room. It was a compact, yet colourful room with posters of Ronaldo and Michael Jordan hanging all over. His study table had everything in this world, ranging from tiny marbles to large teddy bears. It was forty minutes past nine, and I felt restless.

“Shall we play something ?”, he asked. Probably he had read my mind.

“Sure”.

He took a box of Scrabble and emptied its contents.

“Sc-rrable ?” I asked dubiously.

“Yes”, he said with a wink.

“Okay.”

I told him what had happened the previous night and how I faced a close encounter with death. This time I felt he believed in me. He was a really good listener, and kept nodding to whatever I had said.

After forty five minutes, we were coming towards the end of the game. A few pieces were left on the floor. He wanted to play something different but with Scrabble. He was really good at solving anagrams and wanted me to join him.

A few minutes later,

“Jen ?”

“What ?”

“I think….I found something.”

“You win then”, I said, thinking he was referring to the anagram I gave him.

“No.”

“Then ?”

“What was the name of that girl ?”

“Which girl ?”

“Lilly- ?”

“Oh that, it’s Lilly Redbook.” My face changed to its most miserable state.

“But Jen, my instinct says there’s no such girl existing.”

“Wha-at ?”

“Yes.”

“Then ?”

“I think it’s an anagram, or probably, ahm… a code.”

“And what does it say ?”

“Ahm, it’s a little rude.”

“Just say it .”

“It says- Bloody Killer.”

(To be continued…)

P.S. You can check out my other posts on “Tasting Evil” by clicking on the tags ‘pen2me’ and ‘Tasting Evil’ or by clicking ‘View all posts by pen2me’ .

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