Uncanny

Uncanny

The darkness of night was biting me. I just came on my bed and put of the bed switch, after completing my late night study. Normally never study , late in the night. It was special for the exam at my door step. The old pendulum-clock rang once few minutes back. So it is more than 1 AM now in the night. I was feeling sleepy but the cricket is a typical insect that don’t sleep in the night and make too much sound. Where they stay on other nights ! Why on tonight only they are making such a big noise. I don’t like the sound of crickets. It always create a uncanny atmosphere. Let it be whatever, I must sleep now.

Who is there ! Somebody is there covered with a thin and milky white dress, just behind the half-shut door curtain. The milky white dress is moving a little……but why! This is chilling winter and so neither the ceiling fan nor the air conditioner is in use. Then how the milky white dress is……….I can’t think any more…….. but where is the bed switch…..I need to shout for help. I could not shout but murmured. I sat on the bed with the speed of a spring, from sleeping position and somehow managed to put on the bed switch. Oh my God. Nothing is there. I was just dreaming. Thanks to the God but my pulse bit was very high as I felt and I was sweating too much. I went to the toilet to become fresh. Now I am feeling little better and need a deep sleep. Perhaps, somebody is walking on my roof. No…no, I am not a coward. This must be an illusion. I put off the light. Let it be whatever, I must sleep now.

My mind was extremely alert and I was able to hear the stepping sound of the cat, moving at our terrace. The old pendulum-clock was ringing for 2 AM. The crickets were still reckless. The dark, silent, uncanny and chilled night was producing a lot of heat to keep my nerves relentlessly energized. How could I sleep, specially when the climax was yet to appear !

A big sound. The sound came from the adjacent room. This time I was neither sleeping nor dreaming. It is a real sound and can not be ignored. Alas ! why I had left my parents with my younger brother, to stay at outstation for my uncle’s marriage. I have nobody to call for helping me in such horrified situation.

Hardly five minutes were left. Another, similar big sound from the same room, destroyed all of my patience. Suddenly, I turned into an angry man and decided to conclude the mystery. I had put on the light and jumped out of bed. Prayed to the God to keep me alive after the fight will be over with the unknown infiltrator, entered my house. Don’t know whether the infiltrator is a living body or…..something….!.

No time to waste. Took the round, long. hard wooden stick on my right hand and went to the adjacent room door. Switched on the room light which is placed outside the room. Unlocked the chain-lock of the door and finally pushed the door with the left hand of my trembling body. Something jumped on my foot. I was losing my sense when I saw a healthy rat was running away.

My sense was recovered on next morning when I found myself laid down on the floor, with two plastic mug in front of my eyes.

Everything was now clear like daylight. The food hunter Rat was roaming on the shelves of our store-room and pushed the plastic mugs to fall down on the floor, those created two big sounds.

I was reincarnated.

 

 

 

 

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