It has been a really long time since I have written anything worth posting. Hope so I start writing something good and come back to blogging soon.
This post, a short story is from my friend SAUMYA NAIR.
The garden seemed to be beautiful even in the dark. I didn’t want to disturb the atmosphere here but I was forced to do so. I took a glance at my house to see how it actually looks in the absence of daylight! My house seemed to be haunted. All this scared me a little. Hence I decided to move forward. The silence was lost as I walked over some dried leaves. I felt as though some one was following me as I could hear sounds made by footsteps. I was curious and at the same time scared. I turned back and screamed. I walked closer and closer to see who was standing by the tree only to see that it was a kite entangling on the lowermost branch of the tree.
This post, a short story is from my friend SAUMYA NAIR.
I OPENED THE DOOR
I opened the door and saw no one there! Did someone really knock the door or was it just a feeling? I was eager to know who knocked the door, if the person responsible existed. I placed my foot outside the door, though I was warned not to do so by my parents. I walked into the garden.
The garden seemed to be beautiful even in the dark. I didn’t want to disturb the atmosphere here but I was forced to do so. I took a glance at my house to see how it actually looks in the absence of daylight! My house seemed to be haunted. All this scared me a little. Hence I decided to move forward. The silence was lost as I walked over some dried leaves. I felt as though some one was following me as I could hear sounds made by footsteps. I was curious and at the same time scared. I turned back and screamed. I walked closer and closer to see who was standing by the tree only to see that it was a kite entangling on the lowermost branch of the tree.
Without a second thought, I ran into the house. I was shocked to see the lights gone. Oh no! I myself had switched them off before leaving the house. How could I do such a stupid thing? I could feel the switchboard as I stretched my hand over the wall. I switched on the lights. I ran over to the sofa. I opened the book I was reading to the page where I had stopped. As I was reading I could feel my hair all over the body stand up. I turned the book to the cover only to see that I was reading a book entitled ‘Goosebumps’. Was it right to read such a book at such a time? Obviously not.
I closed the book. I ran over to my bed and shut my eyes tight .In the morn when I got up I saw the book on the table. But last time I had kept it on the sofa. Does this mean that whatever happened last night was just a dream? But it was possible that someone kept the book on the table. What do you think?
