The pandora’s box

It was a soulless day.I was just dozing off.My mobile rings,and its my friend who tells me to leave for her estate as they have planned a theme party.

It was a five hours drive to the estate.I could see the bizzare shaped moon hanging in the crimson skies by the time I reached the farm house.Much to my horror,there was noone.Only thing that was present was utter darkness.
I was alone in the eerie looking farm house which was in the middle of nowhere.
All I could hear was the howling of the wolves and my rapidly increasing heartbeat.
Now I could here footsteps approaching me.Without even looking back I ran like a bat out of hell into the farmhouse whose doors were wide open which felt like the farmhouse wanted me to enter it.I then,shut the doors.
I searched for the knife,entered the gloomy bedroom and tried to sleep.I heard the footsteps again but only this time it was from the attic.
I tried to console myself saying that it was just a figment of my imagination.But,No it wasn’t.I could here the footsteps from the basement of the dead.
I took my courage in both hands along with the knife and an almost burntout candle and went after the footsteps.I could here the footsteps all around the house.I saw a blue light beaming like an azure sky.It was coming out of a rustic box which was beautifully carved and the word pesadilla engraved on it.I opened the box and a headless lady whose hoodie was floating in thin air appeared infront of me.
She said that her name is pesadilla and asked me to wakeup.
I was jolted awake from my frightmare.
My mobile rings.
For those who do not know pesadilla means a nightmare in Spanish.


The room i never entered..


I entered the amphitheatre  and the rabble was not as mammoth as I expected but still it was filled to the brim.I saw the crowd and I could clearly identify the faces of the people who were tensed.I felt nothing.

Adding insult to injury, I heard a voice which said “IT’S TIME”.I felt nothing.

People started to leave the place one after the other.I was at the end of the line and the feeling of solitude started to takeover me.I then stepped my foot into the room of tranquility or so they say.

The walls have ears but in this room even the walls could not hear a thing because of the escalated silence.We were given with a paper filled with questions and I could hear the pages turn.The time flew by.  The clock struck twelve and my  first ever interview was done.I felt nothing.

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