Sunday, June 8, 2014

Those Ignored Voices...



Edgar Allen Poe once said Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.”

Silence is frightening! Technically it’s not the silence that scares us, but that impending voice, a whisper which we subconsciously ignore every night. 



It was pitch dark outside, not even a single lamp post was working. Relaxing in a shabby balcony on 5th floor, he enjoyed the whole thrill of being alone in an unfinished Multi-storey building, which neighbors claims to be a place of occult.


It was surprisingly cold that night but his hands were moist. Its 1 AM. Cold breeze mix with thick mist decked upon almost all the nearby visible things. He was experiencing enhanced senses; all of his six senses were highly alert. His veins are full of adrenaline. Resting against a wall in the balcony he was fidgeting up with his phone and keeps on looking at that black, almost empty void.


Bizarrely, flies were swarming around him constantly and the buzzing sound are now getting on his nerves.


 ‘I was here before’ he mumbled. He was into multiple Deja Vu. 

Voice: You've done it Kid!’

‘What was that...not again please. Stop toying with me. Get out! Get out of my head..’ with shivering hands he took out a pill and swallows it without water.


He was terrified, not because he was alone; his solitude hardly matters to him but the fact that he knew he’s not alone. He was feeling weird stiffness around him as if someone is standing just next to him close, very close. It was a full moon night; heavily gasping he took out a neatly made roll, lights up and...Puff! Couple of deep drags. Peace. His heart beat calms down. Gasping and shivering have almost gone.  To enjoy the fullest he put on the music on his phone - Enigma’s Mea Culpa...

3rd drag...

4th...

And.


....A foul smell fuses with wet concrete and charred lumber rupture his trance. His heart wasn't pumping enough blood to his brain, he was stoned, and smoke makes him unafraid. He flipped his phone and put on the mini torch and enters this large hall, he was constantly looking at the stairs far in the corner leading to nowhere.



As he kept on walking inside, the smell becomes more gruesome. He saw a partially open tattered wooden door, as he was about to open the door, his torch died and he heard a nerve-jangling scream of a woman. Chills down his spine, he was gasping heavily. He stick to a nearby wall and closed his ears. He can’t see nothing but the shadows.


Music continues - Enigma’s Mea Culpa



He was crying like a child, a helpless child stuck in a maze, he patted his phone repeatedly; the mini torch lights up again and brighten up his shirt, only to find it drenched in blood. He was breathless. He noticed his moist hands; his hands were shivering, he put his hand in front of torch, fear prevails instantly. His hands were covered with fresh blood and flesh. Flies were feeding from his blood covered fingers; he was stand still, numb. Zero.  Laughing.


He heard the voice again...singing...



“When the lights go out, you’ll have doubt...
You feel something behind, but you can’t find...
You can feel it, you can hear it, and it’s breath against your ear...
But when you turn around, there’s nothing there”



He: Was it terrible?
Voice: No, it was awful. You didn't even properly slit her throat!
He: She was my girl, I...I couldn't be more brutal with her...
Voice: She’s bitch! Listen to me boy; she’s one big time whore. Say it!
He: Yes. She’s a bitch
Voice: Scream it!
He: She’s whore. She’s Bitch. I hate her. She’ll rot in hell........
(Keeps on stabbing her body underneath him)


Voice: Laughing. Attaboy. I’ll be back!


With soaked hands in fresh blood, he sat on his girl’s body staring the very empty stares leading to nowhere....


Music Continues Enigma’s Mea Culpa...


.....Voices are creepy and do exist around and inside us, all the time. They are more like dogs, they come when they are called.




PS: True story served with fabrication!

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