Moving clock seemed to take everything along with it. The sun was about to set brightness was taking back its steps.
Darkness was arriving slowly bringing with it a little cold and chilled out winds.

It was our second day on the trip — the hill station. It had heart melting greenery,fresh breeze, calmness and views for which one can die for. Early morning winds carried with them the fragrance of fresh and blooming flowers. But night had its own story to tell. Blowing chilly winds, sound of leaves and frequent noise from animals added with deep darkness was enough to drag someone to death. The place had a secret about which only few elderly dared to talk about.

After coming back tired and deprived of energy from the sunset point. Restless and burdened souls of us lied directly on to our respective beds. I wasn’t feeling well that day. There was an emotion of fear inside me, fear that brought me goosebumps and minor shiverings. Although the frequency of these events uplifted after the sunset but the intensity was still low. Shooking off my thoughts, trying to calm the innerself. I dropped myself on the bed to take rest. It was exactly after 3 hours that occasional weird sound started attacking the ears. Immediately, I stood up rubbing my eyes, temperature appeared to have a sudden fall. The entire room was empty I called as loud as possible for my friends. Not knowing where have they all gone.

Nisha... Nisha.. Where are you?
Vaani, Henry, Jasmine? Can you hear me?

All efforts went in vain. No one replied to my call the level of fear was raising with the significant voice of...