Friday, March 24, 2023

Victim of the dark night: by Tashvi Beria


Mia was sleeping when she heard the wooden flooring in the other room creek. Mia was a 23-year-old who lived independently. She lived quite a normal life. Hearing the creek, she had a jittery feeling that something bad was happening, so she picked up her torch and started to approach the bedroom to see what had happened. She stuttered while saying nothing. What she saw next made her heart come up to her throat. She saw a 6-foot-tall man admiring his knife. Mia's legs were stuck to the ground and her voice was gone. All of a sudden, he looked up. Mia screamed and woke up with a jolt. She was covered with sweat. She was horror-struck. She just considered it a dream and went back to sleep.


The next morning, she had woken up when the milkman arrived. She finished her quotidian routine. Just then, her phone started to ring. She answered it and heard the angry voice of her friend saying, “Mia! You told me that you would have finished the book before 10 a.m. I don’t care if you haven’t finished your work.” She rushed to the door and scuttled as fast as she could. She noticed something odd. All the streets were deserted which was very strange for a Saturday morning. She ignored it and kept walking. Then she saw a shadow cross by at the corner of her eye. She looked to her side, but there was nothing. She looked in the front and saw the same man again. She froze dead, her heart stopped and she screamed. She found herself quivering on the ground. She was befuddled. In a while, dismissing this as her imagination, she got up and returned the book. She went back home and decided to finish some work. She had been working for two hours so she took a break. While she was taking a break, the same incident repeated. She started to scream after seeing the man. This incident kept repeating and started to freak her out. This couldn’t just be a hallucination. She went down and told her friend about this. Her friend was astonished but didn’t really believe it but still agreed to accompany her. They both went to the church to finally put an end to this. When they arrived at the church, Mia’s friend rushed to a perspicacious father and said, “Father, Mia has been seeing things lately.” She narrated the whole story to him. The father said, “I think you're seeing things, my dear. This is not true ”  Mia couldn’t believe it! She stayed and argued for an hour. Not even the father believed her. Mia’s friend then said, “You have been arguing for 1 hour now; give it a rest! It’s late and we should get going.” Mia took her friend’s suggestion and returned home.


She was dead on her feet so she took this opportunity to think about what was happening. It suddenly hit her! History was repeating itself. How could she forget! When she was young, there was a case going on where a serial killer was on the loose. It was a Sunday night when Mia was woken up by the noises of thunder and lightning. Her mom had said, “I will be working till late night and the maid will go  back by 8 p.m, so don’t stay up late.” Mia felt another presence behind her. She looked back to see a tall man wearing all black holding a long sharp knife. She was petrified to realize that there was a serial killer in her house. She scuttered to the kitchen and hid there. She saw a shadow approach closer and closer. She grabbed the knife from the kitchen counter. Everything after that was hazy. She couldn’t really recall what happened but all she knew was that she had gotten rid of the serial killer for good. This had left a scar on her leg. She remembered why she couldn’t dance anymore. She had been dancing for 8 years before this accident. The psycho serial killer had come back. He had never died. He had never left her. She was brought back to reality by a loud crash. Before she could realize what was happening, she heard the words,- “I will never leave you and will have been haunting everybody’s soul for 22 years on the following Sunday. Say your goodbyes because your time is up.”


Written by:

Tashvi Beria

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