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A short story...Fear
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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Her first reflex was to switch off the screen of her laptop, leaving the pillared white baronial house in utter darkness. She remained still, trying to figure out her wild thoughts. 16 years old Shimmer shivered at the thought that someone unknown was lurking behind those huge swirling branches of the Banyan tree, adorning her yard. A quick glance, at the fluorescent clock in the drawing room, didn’t give her any assurance. It was nearly midnight and her parents would be back only by 2 a.m. She frowned as she couldn’t lay her hand on her mobile.
What followed just added to her fancy. Bang… A lurid pounding against the windows got her frantic.
“Surely, someone is out there,” she panicked.
The sound kept on echoing, adding to
the howling of the wind, creating a weird setup of a bad horror movie. Despite the cold, she felt beads of perspiration streaming down her forehead and her...
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Her first reflex was to switch off the screen of her laptop, leaving the pillared white baronial house in utter darkness. She remained still, trying to figure out her wild thoughts. 16 years old Shimmer shivered at the thought that someone unknown was lurking behind those huge swirling branches of the Banyan tree, adorning her yard. A quick glance, at the fluorescent clock in the drawing room, didn’t give her any assurance. It was nearly midnight and her parents would be back only by 2 a.m. She frowned as she couldn’t lay her hand on her mobile.
What followed just added to her fancy. Bang… A lurid pounding against the windows got her frantic.
“Surely, someone is out there,” she panicked.
The sound kept on echoing, adding to
the howling of the wind, creating a weird setup of a bad horror movie. Despite the cold, she felt beads of perspiration streaming down her forehead and her...
