Took my breath away!

I still remember every details of that night when it all started. Steve, a friend of mine had bought a house. It was an old house and it had creaks and moans. But the price at which it was offered, was very attractive and he could not turn down.

Steve called Ron and me to his place for dinner, a day after shifting to his new house. After dinner Steve invited us for a game of billiards in the basement. We played a game or two and then Ron and me decided to leave.

A week passed by, but Steve never showed up. Whenever we called him up, he gave us some excuse and stayed back at home. Ron asked me, “Did you notice something unusual that night when Steve called us?” It wasn’t that I did not notice. That night Steve played brilliantly, every shot he took was perfect and echoes of clapping was heard after every shot he played. But I thought may be it was the sound produced by the clashing of the billiard balls. But Ron said, "Even I heard someone clapping.” The forgotten feeling of dread was suddenly back and it ran through my veins like poison turning my blood cold.

We decided to stay a night at Steve’s place and find out what exactly was going on and why a guy like him who always used to hang around with us stayed back at home nowadays. “May be he has got someone much more closer than we are to him”, said Ron. So one night Ron and me went to his place. It was clearly visible that Steve was not quite pleased by our presence. He greeted us with an uncomfortable smile. We sat for dinner. It was just three of us but we felt the presence of someone else there too. Suddenly I sensed a sweet fragrance, I asked Steve what fragrance was that, but he said, “ Fragrance? I smell nothing!” As soon as he finished saying that, a mild rush of air blew away the sweet fragrance.

After dinner we went to sleep. I could hardly sleep thinking about the fragrance. Suddenly at around midnight, Ron slipped into my room and told me Steve was not there in his room. Both of us came to the hall, we looked across the dimly lit corridor, but he wasn’t there too. Then we heard someone playing billiards in the basement. We went to see. We saw Steve playing, but surely he wasn’t alone. He was talking and smiling with someone we couldn’t see. We heard a female laughter. Steve looked happy and carefree like he was before. Suddenly Steve’s eyes feel on us. A gush of wind blew across our face and the room was quite again. Steve invited us to play with him, hesitantly!

It was nearly 2 A.M. I went back to my room. The next thing I remember was Ron calling me in the morning. While going back home we asked Steve about what was going on and that he can tell us all, but he said, “What are you guys talking about?” So we decided to leave. Just when I was about to open the front door, Ron asked me, “ Then whatever we felt and heard was just our misconception?” I answered, “Maybe.” Just at that moment, a female voice whispered into my ear “I AM HERE…….”  The feeling of fear slid down my throat like a cold steel blade taking my breath away!

This post is written for Blogeshwar and Anubhooti

Without your love

It was a Saturday night and Ronit couldn’t think of a better way than going out for dinner with his childhood sweetheart Poonam, to sort out the quarrel that they had last night. Ronit sensed there was something seriously wrong this time because of the painful silence they shared between them. After dinner was over they were driving back home. Poonam asked Ronit to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that it’s not working for them anymore and her feelings had changed, so probably it was time to move on.

A silent tear slid down Ronit’s cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing Ronit.

Miraculously, Poonam survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out and read it.

" Without your love, I would die."

My first and last love

I still remember every detail of that night. How we got in that fight. From the very first time we spoke, until I knew there was no more hope. Well this is the story about my first and last love!

 

She was my everything. She was always there to wipe away my tears and support  me to fight away my fears. But now I sit alone and ask myself, why she had to leave? Didn’t she know I couldn’t live without her? Why didn’t she tell me what she was going through? I guess she did really hide it well! That night she called me. I remember every word she said. It keeps going over and over in my head.

 

I kept yelling at her to tell me what was going on. I told her not to do anything she knew was stupid and wrong. She told me one more time that she loved me but SHE HAD TO GO. Then there was silence on the other end of the phone. I sat there and cried until I heard the dial tone. Then I got up and ran to her house.

 

When I got there I saw my love just lying there, but it wasn’t her anymore. I still want to know what she did that for? It has been one year since that day, since she thought she had to go away. And here I sit on her grave, with my head down in the ground crying as my hands are going over her name.

 

I still love her more than ever and I can’t take this anymore. I take the pills out of my pocket and I take them one by one, until the whole thing is gone. I sit here and wait; I know it won’t be long. I sit with a smile on my face knowing all this pain will soon go away, and I will be with her to stay.

 

I look at her picture once more and then all of a sudden there she is. I cry happy tears knowing we will now be together forever. And no one can take her away! NOT EVER!

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