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The Bet
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. I could see the shadow of my stalker-chaser. I had caught a glance of him before. He was big and brawny, and was wearing a black hoodie.
The shadow became bigger and bigger as he came closer.My heart was pounding again my chest, and it was loud. I was scared that the stalker could hear my heart. Sweat ran down my forehead as all the worst consequences bombarded my brain. Would I be raped, or would I be murdered. And who was he? Was he psycho patient, or a serial killer. Or was he the.... the disturbed spirit that haunted the hospital corridors. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. No, I thought. Ghosts are not real. So I focused on finding a solution rather than concentrating on consequences, though the ghost still lingered in the back of my mind.
I knew he saw me take the turn and thus would do the same, though I hoped he would walk right pass the turn and go straight ahead. I had no peppermint spray or pocket knife, but I did find a pen in my bag. That was my only hope.
The man was finally at the corner. I could see his feet. I braced myself for the attack. I held the pen as a knife, ready to poke his eye out and run. I was chanting Hanuman chalisa in my mind for moral support, and in case if it was the ghost. Then came the moment I was waiting for, my chance. He turned.
I gave out a battle cry, and launched myself at him, aiming for the eye. He suddenly pulled down his hood and I stopped in mid air, crashing into his chest. It was Jay, my younger brother. I looked at him in disbelief. He gave me a smirk and said, 'So... Did I win the bet?'.
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. I could see the shadow of my stalker-chaser. I had caught a glance of him before. He was big and brawny, and was wearing a black hoodie.
The shadow became bigger and bigger as he came closer.My heart was pounding again my chest, and it was loud. I was scared that the stalker could hear my heart. Sweat ran down my forehead as all the worst consequences bombarded my brain. Would I be raped, or would I be murdered. And who was he? Was he psycho patient, or a serial killer. Or was he the.... the disturbed spirit that haunted the hospital corridors. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. No, I thought. Ghosts are not real. So I focused on finding a solution rather than concentrating on consequences, though the ghost still lingered in the back of my mind.
I knew he saw me take the turn and thus would do the same, though I hoped he would walk right pass the turn and go straight ahead. I had no peppermint spray or pocket knife, but I did find a pen in my bag. That was my only hope.
The man was finally at the corner. I could see his feet. I braced myself for the attack. I held the pen as a knife, ready to poke his eye out and run. I was chanting Hanuman chalisa in my mind for moral support, and in case if it was the ghost. Then came the moment I was waiting for, my chance. He turned.
I gave out a battle cry, and launched myself at him, aiming for the eye. He suddenly pulled down his hood and I stopped in mid air, crashing into his chest. It was Jay, my younger brother. I looked at him in disbelief. He gave me a smirk and said, 'So... Did I win the bet?'.
