One Week Ago, one of my friend asked me to right a story, a really scary one.., and i told him that I am certainly not that kind of a writer, but then I thought of giving it a try. So I came up with one.
Hope you people like it -
“Where am I?”
That was the first thought which crossed my mind as I came back to life. I don’t know for how long I have been unconscious but now I am in middle of nowhere, what looks like a 6X6 room with cold spots and eerie feeling all around, spiders dangling over my head, mice feeding on some crap, looking at me as if they were gonna rip me into pieces. And my head flooding with all creepy thoughts of loneliness, wretchedness and never ending pain. This all looks like the worst horror movie and the most frightening part is – I CAN’T turn the bloody T.V off.
Six months ago
10 am, a sweet sunny Sunday morning; I was packing up all my stuff. I had lost my job and was supposed to leave the company apartment before last Thursday and was ferociously waiting for my girlfriend who promised to be here by 8 and help me with shifting.
all of a sudden the phone rang ; I rushed to pick it up, bumped into a table and found myself lying in the middle of racks of books with dust all around them. With all my strength I got up and picked up the phone.
“Hey Sweetheart!! What took you so long? I thought you were waiting for my call” – enquired Veronica in a pale voice garnished with her dramatic suspicious tone.
“Is it same with all the girls or only you are awarded with the special skills of stealing your boyfriend’s words??” I replied while looking at the books that I just fell into.
“Sorry dear, actually I woke up pretty late this morning took mamma for dialysis and you know how much time consuming these doctors can be. But don’t worry my teddy bear; I’ll be there within 1 hour” said Veronica in a busy tone.
I have to accept one thing: women have this bybirth gift of compelling even a lion to walk holding her finger. And Veronica is no different, her habit of linking me with her bedroom toys can dissolve all my anger and I guess she knows it better than me.
“Ya, I know, but baby this place is all messed up, I need someone very badly to help me out of it. So, please show up as soon as you can.” I said, picking up a black box, all covered with dust, from the fallen racks.
“For sure, my lord, I will be honored to be atleast of some use to you” that was Veronica in her sweetest form.
“Fine then, get here fast” I demanded.
“Bye and don’t be so impatient, I Love you” said Veronica in her baby voice
“Bye, love you too” I hung up.
That was Veronica my girlfriend from past 6 years, which started right from the freshmen year. We were in the same section, shared common ideas about life and were both mad about each other. Our love story wasn’t like Romeo and Juliet or Antony and Cleopatra; it was more like a relationship out of friendship kind of relation in which we both cared about each other and loved each other for our stupidity.
But our so called “perfect” relationship has been going through a tuff phase from past 1 year, Veronica is sometimes sweeter than sugar and at times she can be such a pain in the ass.
But right now, I was more interested in this black box which I was seeing after a long time. It had initials R.S craved over it which probably meant that I belonged to my dad (Royal Smith); the worst part was that it was locked; on seeing the lock, all kinds of questions started to ponder over my mind – what could be there inside this box? Could this contain the answers to why my dad left me and my mom when I was just 10? Why didn’t he show up when mom died? And the most important question: where is he now?
I searched for the key to the lock among the bunch of old keys impatiently; tried around thirty keys but all efforts ended in nothing. At last I decided to break the lock.
I was searching for the cutting pliers under the sofa and suddenly a dark figure appeared around the corner slowing descending towards me, I was scared and then I heard the familiar voice, the voice of Veronica and had a sigh of breath.
“Is my darling looking for Cockroaches?? Can I be of some good to you??” – asked veronica in an ever pleasant voice.
“No time for jokes Veronica, look out for cutting pliers”– I said in a wheezy voice coming out of the sofa.
“It’s there in the drawer, but what’s wrong??” That’s veronica in an appealing voice slowly moving through the room dodging dozens of boxes on the ground.
“I found this old box which belongs to my dad and from last twenty minutes I have been trying to unlock it”
“Here you go” I said as I broke the lock and slowly opened the box. Meanwhile Veronica came over leaning over my shoulder waiting for the treasure to be exposed.
“What is it Ron?”Veronica inquired looking at my face.
“Even I don’t know” I replied innocently, taking out the paper from the box “This looks like some sort of letter, let’s check it out.”
I opened the letter anxiously with Veronica holding her breath for what was next to come.
The letter read –
“Dear Son,
I knew that one day, you will surely open this and from last many years I have been waiting for this one single day. You remember, when you were a kid, I told you about our ancestors, about a dark secret linked with our family name; well, a part of that secret is that we belong to a tribe whose duty is to serve the demons, I can’t tell everything here but trust me for just once.
I know all these things will sound too weird to you, but yes it is all true; it’s time even for you to come and serve your gods and live upto your family name.
Come here son, I’m waiting for you and I guess you know exactly where I am!!!
Your ever loving Dad.
That’s it!! that was all the letter had.
I just couldn’t believe in what just happened to me in last 300 seconds, I didn’t hear anything from my dad since I was 10, I have been hating him from more than one decade for leaving me and my mom and here I am holding a letter, written by him, asking me to come and see him after so many years.
“What’s all this Ron, You and Demons??” Asked Veronica
But even I didn't really Know what It was .....

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