11PM.It was a stormy night. The power blew, I heard the calling bell ring once… twice…. I didn’t want to give up my sleep and move from the bed. But , driven by the curiosity to check who knocked my door at this hour , I slowly but reluctantly got up from by bed. As I started climbing down the steps to reach the door , a creepy feeling swept through me. For , the sound of the doorbell is not coming from the main door. It’s coming from the direction of the store room.
I thought I was dreaming. My feet felt cold from the white marbled floor below and my body felt the chill from the cold breeze through the open windows. The moments of silence of the thick night followed by...