The light house remained as a mystery. Deserted. No one dared to go there. Ever. You may hardly see the top of the light house, it was that far from land. But believe, there are people who have heard loud screams from there. At nights.
I struggled to open my eyes. My eyelids were too heavy. The pain was unbearable. I could still feel blood oozing out of my body. Bones were fractured, I couldn’t move a bit.
The night was colder than usual. I was feeling very uneasy to drive. Usually I enjoy every part of driving, but today it was bit different. An odd feeling. Intuition.
Mrs. Katy ran after the cockroach. Her eyes were set on it; not even a single blink. Sneaking, creeping and more or less like a cockroach she followed it.