Episode 1
Peeping at my window, I saw two feet moving towards my direction in great force as the wind. Scared I was, I closed the whole window totally.
I could hear banging on the door. The voice screamed, open this door before this rain kills me. I was perplexed as to what to do.
I struggled to let the stranger in, only to get exposed to the wrath of the catastrophe. I didn’t know how a tornado flew us both to a distant abode. Our wailing couldn’t match the disaster’s music. I guess our squeals were food to it.
I can’t remember anything.
I only see different cars, trees migrate severely with other humans in this bizzare teleport. The scene almost blinded me and will murder me in any moment.
Is this the end of the world, I ask?
All my regrets and memories were here.
This time the door banged harder. Then I opened my eyes…
Episode 2
As my eyes opened in fear, I couldn’t see a thing because it was midnight. I mean, exactly 12:00 am in the full moon. I heard the wolf cry from a distance. Then my heart felt like I wasn’t his owner.
Panting on my bed, I found it hard to sleep again. But I didn’t hear any banging. Instead the whole house was as still as a graveyard.
I went to the TV to divert my attention from that dream. Tuned to the station I love most, but the TV was not responding. I didn’t want to know why. I just decided to sleep on the couch.
Now, I heard lightning few minutes to doze off. This lightning almost shook the house to the ground. Now sleep is a goner.
I heard more steps running and voices of war clanging towards my direction. I opened my eyes wide only to be surprised that my once faulty TV has repaired itself and given me a bad show.
It was so loud and annoying. I tried to switch it off, but it didn’t responded. Thoughts of destroying the TV ran into my mind, but I didn’t want that to happen. Just as the noise was becoming unbearable, I heard a silent knock that muted the arrogant TV.
Then horrific music sang with this knock rhythmically. I looked around as a goat ready to be slaughtered. My hands shaking, sweating profusely and wetting my pants like a year old baby.
Do you want me to come in? A girlish voice asked me in a warning tone…
THE STRANGE THING
Episode 3
This voice got silent for almost 2 minutes. Suddenly, the fan that usually rolls forward, stopped and started rolling slowly backward, then at a faster pace. The fan looked like it was going to fall, but it didn’t, despite its incredible speed. I tried to escape from it, but it was useless since it won’t harm but meant to petrify.
The fan threw away all the light documents in the parlor and the TV fell from its effect. My heart jumped at this effect. I have never seen where a dancing fan was compared to the wind. Above all, it still didn’t harm a hair in me, but the breeze it was giving to me was that of death. Maybe the real thing that will mess with me was pending. If I had a martial art training, it might have been useful then.
My mouth opened wide to release these words in distress, ‘what the hell! What is this place and why is all this happening to me?’ I complained. Then voices of different unknown people started conversing in my head. It was crazy.
I held my head, went down on my kneels, trying hard to pull my hairs out and unwillingly released a lasting squeal. This was just too much for me. Why the hell did I pick this apartment? It was cheap and I wanted privacy, but now I’m food for whatsoever that’s after me. Now I know why the landlord stays far from this place.
Just then, the crazy voices in my head disappeared. Tears filled my face as I was alert and helpless. Most times I screamed for help, but nothing echoed. I was left alone.
Then a girl without eyeballs, blood dripping from her eye lashes, opened the locked door effortlessly, headed towards me with a bloody knife on her left hand. She looked bruised, shattered hair, and bloodthirsty. She didn’t look at me, but faced the ground and her movement seemed frail.
I knew this demon was ready to devour. She was alone, but I felt she had legions lurking somewhere and everywhere. I’m just dead, I blamed myself. She moved like her head will fall off from her neck like a zombie. It was traumatic. I felt I should defend myself since it’s just a lad, but what if running away would be the best option, I thought.
Then she interrupted my thoughts, like she was advising me, saying, ‘you can’t run away from death’. Now, an heavy spit slid down my throat to my stomach. I fell flat on the floor at that statement and dragged my feet to get up. I moved backward slowly looking for an escape route, but she maintained her slow dangerous pace, fearlessly heading for the prey.
No time for games!!! I heard this just behind me. It was an angry invisible masculine voice. Then I ran in fear to rest my back on a wall far from the scene in the horrific parlour. I was moving sideways with my fingertips gently touching the walls and my legs, supporting the motion felt like it was standing on liquid fire.
Within few seconds, my fears were over in an unfortunate way. Then cold dead hands grabbed me and covered every bit of me from the wall I was hoping would be my temporary saviour.
They didn’t let a scream out. All I knew was nothing. They took all of me. I didn’t leave a clue about my death. No scratches, nothing. Just then, everything went back to normal.
These demons are professional killers.
THE END
©Ogomigo Roland
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