Alone

I was so scared.

It was dusk, but dark. I wandered, darkness always kept me on edge.

I dashed to the window and shoved the curtains. I looked back again to ensure no one could see me from outside. I collapsed into my couch. I could always feel the presence of someone, something around me.

It was hard for me to live alone in that big house. But I preferred that. I trusted no one. I wanted to be safe.

I suddenly remembered about the front door. I darted, making the vase fall. A big bang echoed in my huge house, which made me feel even worse. The echo lingered in the air, and I hated that.

While returning after locking the door, I shivered.   It was about an year I was suffering all these. Alone. Silently. But something kept me there, I never wanted to leave that house.

I again made up my mind and sat on my couch. I closed my eyes, but it was no different from being awake. I listened to every single thuds-thuds of my heart.

** ** **

The left most room in the corridor was locked. I had a vague idea of the room, I could never recollect why that room was locked.

I cursed myself, the whole house was haunted. I could never sleep there nor leave there. It was strange.

I walked swiftly. 

While keying the lock, I felt odd. It made a kr-kr-kring sound while I let the door wide open.

As I took each step I could clearly see the impressions of my feet left behind me, paved in the thick dust. I still couldn’t make out how I got that courage to unlock the door. 

I tried to remember the room, it was my old bedroom. I hastened my steps. It almost take my breath away when I saw someone lying on the bed.

I could hear my heart pounding loud. It seemed someone controlling me, dragging my legs towards the bed.

My eyes were wide open, refusing to accept the fact. But I was curious.

There was a lady, lying, facing the floor. She was dead. Murdered. With clots of blood on her head.

With great resolve I turned the body upside down. I was shocked. The dead body was mine.