NIGHT OF HORROR
It
was pitch black. The night was so dark that it seemed like a black curtain had
fallen all around Amita. She couldn’t even see her hands clearly let alone the
winding path where she was briskly walking. She prayed to all the millions of
Gods in the Hindu, Muslim, Christian, and Jewish faith to help her reach the
comforts, however limited, of her guest house soon. Amita was new to the place
and didn’t know anyone except the owner—the one with a wide toothy grin and a
roving eye—of the guest house where she was staying.
“Such
a bad time to get lost,” she said aloud.
Her
mobile had no network which made her impossible to call anyone and or even get
directions.
“If
I ever survive this night, I would definitely kill Smita for sending me to this
godforsaken town called Wonderland which it certainly is not!” She was
muttering to herself.
Granted
the place was quite pretty during the daytime when the sun was up and shining
but as soon as night fell, everything seemed sinister. Amita felt as if she has
gone blind. On top of that, her only companion on the trip—her phone—had died
on her. Amita was cursing herself loudly for agreeing with Smita and coming to
this place for a break.
“You
have been working for five years non-stop. You need this. Go rejuvenate your
senses. It’s a charming little town. You can go for walks, look at the sunset
and swim in the lake and be one with the nature,” Amita squeaked faking Smita’s
high-pitched nasal voice.
The
truth, which Amita didn’t want to accept, was that she also thought that it was
a wonderful idea to leave the hectic lifestyle of the city and rejuvenate for a
couple of days. It was going fantastically well till she decided to explore the
mountainside on her own.
“Stupid
idiotic idea!” She mumbled stepping up a rugged landscape.
As
soon as she had left town the phone had lost connectivity. Amita didn’t even
realize that since she was engrossed in exploring the charming countryside. She
was a little worried when she lost the trail but it was not a major cause of
concern with the birds chirping in the background and the sunlight filtering
through the trees but now, with no light Amita was getting increasingly
worried.
“I
don’t want to die right now. I am not even married! I am up for a promotion.
God please save me!”
Suddenly,
she heard something behind her. The slight rustling of leaves, the soft tread
of someone’s feet on the mud, the whisper of someone breathing close by just
waiting to pounce. With her heart racing, she turned quickly to find… nothing.
Amita looked around but everything was still.
She—
Who are Amita and Smita? How are they related to Mukti, Priya, and Sonali's story? What happened to Amita? What did she see? What is this Wonderland?
This is just a sneak peek. To know more, come back tomorrow!
I am such a tease!
very nice story.Sometimes suspense added the flavor to it.
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