I write crazy stuffs 🙂
CHAPTER 1-THE BEGINING.
Its midnight. The clock has struck 12 sharp. It says the right time to play the ‘hunter’ and the ‘hunted’. Creatures of night crawl out on delight waking up from their graves. Some creep outside from the door behind the closet dragging their twisted bodies as they walk , while some make their way crawling out, from under the children’s bed.
‘Woo..hoo..’ one shouts as she creeps in excited under the blankets of an elderly man. With her cold hands touching his face. The old man shivers and cries for help. ‘Natalie..help me!!she will kill me!’he shouts, running around the room, banging the closed door with all his might. The whole of neighbourhood wakes up,disturbed.
‘Should i call them again?’questions Mr Jonath to his wife. ‘Not again..Miss Natalie already has enough in her hands with her schizophrenic brother‘ Mrs Jonath replies, feeling sorry for Natalie, before turning off the lamp.
Miss Natalie runs up to her brother’s door, sure that he is only hallucinating again. She finds him curled up in one corner beside the bed, his head bend to his knees, his palms pressed tightly against both his ears. ‘Its ok she wont come back. Its ok’ she tries to calm him down and get him back to bed, holding his arms gently and dragging him.
‘I saw her Natalie. I saw Clarrise today’ the man speaks, looking at her terrified , finally opening his eyes after her repeated persuassion. ‘ She had big hollow eyes and her face looked hideous, her teeth were long and…’the man mumbles like he is still in shock, his voice fading as he continues. ‘Take this it will make you feel better‘ Natalie replies a moment later, ignoring her brother’s talks, after having him tucked in bed and fumbling through the cabinet for sleeping pill.
It’s been 4nights for Natalie that she hasn’t have a proper sleep because of her brother’s recurring hallucinations. Mr Raymond her half brother, who is 58 year old, and also a diagnosed case of schizophrenia since past 25years or so was under her care now. Their father had passed away just recently a year back and she had brought him home, her only living relative from the mental hospital for the funeral procession. After attending to him for a month or so, she had felt that her brother was doing better than what she was said he was doing at the assylum. Determined, he could do better, she had sworn she would do everything it took to make his life easier being an RN herself. But it was costing her more than she thought she could have handled. She lets out a long sigh. Eventually she would have to give up..she had her own life too to live and she was still unmarried.
Seeing him asleep after an hour or so, Natalie walks back to her room closing the door gently behind her. ‘Tring. Tring’a phone call echoes in the silent hall ,making her almost jump with fright.
‘Must be neighbours’
‘Hello’ what sounded like a voice of a girl speaks. ‘Who is this?’ Natalie questions.
‘Mr Raymond was right you know..Mrs Raymond did come to meet him‘ the voice on the other end of line replies.
‘Shut up! Who is this?’ she shouts.
The phone line goes dead.
Somewhere far in little laira’s room, creeps a dark shadow.. It stops, some steps away from her bed, staring at her with a pair of gleaming eyes . After a moment, the shadow takes a form of what appears to be like that of a man. And removes it’s veil. The face that looks now, is pale white, with beautiful sleek features, high arched brows and hair as black as the raven’s coat. His eyes are black too like charcoal, darker than all the shades present,mysterious and alluring but warning, a kind that evoked fright without trying, as though it mirrored the depth of unholy itself. On his back, he carried a long heavy weapon, ‘the scythe’. The sharp blade of which shimmered on the moonlight stained with blood, a crying evidence of his very nature.
On the contrary, the look, the Reaper casts to the little girl is diffrent. It is a gaze of sincere pleasure that dances in his eyes, filled with compassion that blindfolds the deadly blend of emotions he was capable of feeling. A Curve of smile soon appears befitting his angelic face, like they will never hesitate to truely embrace the happiness he felt seeing her. But ,he stops, his advancing arms hesitating to embrace her in mid air..realizing that previlige he had lost long ago..
Putting his scythe on the ground gently without making a noise,he then kneels down beside the girl’s bed. He puts his face infront of hers, an inch closer, feeling the exhale of her breath. This was ‘his moment’ the one he had awaited for so long and the one he would look forward to for eternity..being this close to this girl.
‘Took me so long this time to find you laira..’he finally whispers his thoughts aloud, after an hour or so of his silence, sure that the sleeping person would not hear. He lands a soft kiss on her cheek then, gently like a feather caressing the skin. A Cold touch, laira hussles her hands, pulls up her blanket lazily to cover up her face in sleep.
‘Come to me laira. Lets meet, shall we?’he whispers with sly smile. This time clapping his hands in the midair.