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Chor Bizarre

17 Jun

This is my entry to Anikets Flash Fiction site where he gives a picture promt for every fortnight. The new prompt till July 1st is the pic below. You can go there and check out the stuff other writers have contributed. I must say this too: “Great Job Aniket… ”

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Chor Bizarre

 

“Antique English Clock. Made in England. Very old, very antique…. Le Lo Le lo…”

Mark was always enchanted with that centuries old looking wall clock. No matter how many times he came to Chor Bazaar he always made it a point to go to that lane with the shop selling stolen antiques.

It surprised him that no one ever took interest in that clock which looked like the ones you could see on a station in London.

It would go so well with the theme of his newly renovated plush flat at Marine Drive.

Mark had been in India for almost 6 years now, and had made quite a successful living with his art galleries. He could buy any Vintage furniture he wanted, but his heart always wavered to that antique English Clock.

Concentrate Mark, you don’t require this; you are here for Nike shoes, and a Leather jacket for Loraine.

He quickly found the shop he was looking for, bought a pair of Nike sneakers which the shopkeeper claimed were fresh maal (Meaning just stolen from someone who paid four thousand Rupees for) and a brown leather jacket for his sister back home.

He left the narrow lanes of Chor Bazaar in a hurry lest his heart flutter back to that stupid clock.

“You know Mark I love your new house, you’ve done it so well” Jacob his partner told him the same night when they were chilling over a couple of drinks.

“Thanks Jake, Cheers to that”

“But you know what is missing from this? You need a nice Antique looking wall clock in this corner here. Wouldn’t it look grand, don’t u think? “

“You know what I’ll do, I’ll talk to my antique furniture guy at Bandra tomorrow and get you a good deal on one of those Victorian style Clocks that he has. Or even better I’ll give it to you as a house warming gift. How’s that huh?”

“Hey now c’mon Jake, you don’t have to gift me anything, and besides I think I know the perfect clock that will fit in to this corner” This had to be a good sign, a sign that he should just go and buy that Antique Clock.

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“Its fifteen thousand rupees saab” said the guy at the crammed antique store.

“You think I’m crazy to pay that much for this, go call Raja I want to talk him, not you”

Raja walked in from the inner room. “You plan to make me bankrupt Raja?

Saab he’s quoting very less for you, this is classic 18th century clock stolen from England, it’s priceless Raja said in his heavy accented English.

“Oh ya? So you mean to say you have this watch from the 18th century in this little shop of yours? And that no one has ever tried to show interest in it?”

“Well saab, I no lie to you, this watch has been in our family since generations. My Great Grandfather got it from this English guy with hat and umbrella, and he said it was a very special clock, and you should only give it to right person”

“What is so special about it?”

“The Englishman claims that if you listen carefully you can here many voices from the Clock which would reveal your future. I tell you saab we have been hearing from generations but not a single word. I give it to you because you from England and you look like noble man. The watch must want to come to you”

“Yeah well whatever, here’s 12 thousand, get it delivered to my address here by noon today”

Although Mark pooh-poohed the story that Raja had told him, but deep down he felt a certain connection to the Clock too, or else why would he keep coming back to it?

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That night Mark dozed off on his comfy leather sofa, when at midnight the clocked chimed 12 times, and he woke up with a start. Realizing that it was only his newest possession he got up to go to his bedroom, when suddenly there was this buzzing noise.

It was like hundreds of people were talking at the same time, like it was a railway station. Mark put both his hands on his ears and the voices stopped. He carefully removed his hands again, and he could still hear them.

He frantically checked all his rooms for any TV or stereo that must have been left running, but there was nothing. The voices were getting louder. Mark ran to his bedroom locked the door put two pillows on his head and went off to sleep.

The next morning he went on with his usual chores forgetting all that had happened the last night.

The voices came again the next night. Mark thought he was going crazy. He could not sleep for a week, when he decided to go back to Raja and ask for an explanation.

“You say you here voices saab? You must come inside and meet my grandfather; he will be able to explain”

Raja’s grandfather looked like he was a 100 years old, with a long beard, and a wrinkly frail body. Raja quickly explained him the situation in Hindi when his grandfather opened his eyes wide and looked at Mark

Jo kehete hai karo. Suno

“He means you should listen carefully to the voices, they are your ancestors, and you should do what they say”

Mark went home confused and scared. That night he made himself a huge mug of black coffee and decided to get this madness over with.

Promptly at midnight the voices came back. Mark strained his ears and tried to single out one voice. There was one which was the loudest.

From what mark could here, it just kept on saying, “Silver Chalice at Cindy Mason’s grave”

The next day mark called his dad and enquired about his ancestors and whether there was any Cindy Mason in their family. It turned out that there was, and surprisingly she was buried in India, in Mumbai for that matter.

Mark was shocked. How could this watch be anywhere related to his family, his ancestors? Nevertheless he took Raja’s grandfathers’ advice and started looking up all the cemeteries around the city.

Finally he found the one, and found Cindy Mason’s Tombstone which said, Cindy Mason January 1878 to October 1935. So she died during the English regime in India. That was interesting.

The next day Mark bought two huge silver chalices, bought off from Jakes Antique dealer in Bandra, since he thought that would make her happy, and hid them in the mud near the Tombstone.

The voices stopped troubling him from the same night.

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“Antique English Clock. Made in England. Very old, very antique…. Le Lo Le lo…”  Raja was shouting at the top of his voice.

“Psst Raja, these Chalices are awesome we could easily get 15 thousand for them. But next time you ask for something more expensive ok?”

“Yeah yeah”

Chote the assistant chuckled heartily, and continued with his usual work.

“Antique English Clock. Made in England. Very old, very antique…. Le Lo Le lo…”

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The Target – Part 3

16 Jun

Yes i know its been ages since i have last written, and i apologise for the delay. I will try and be more regular from now on.

If you have just joined read The Target – Part 1 and The Target -Part 2.

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 “Well Well, do we have a situation here?” The heavy masculine voice startled them for a second.

 “This is nice. I send people to look after my man and I see the entire Intelligence bureau is involved” he walked with huge military boots and attire and at 7 ft tall towered over all the people in the room.

 Charlie!! Sid thought just as Charlie pointed the gun at the Commanders head.

 “So Mr. Commander, you thought you could save this measly girl with your small little battalion of men and I would sit at my base and miss all the fun? Drop your weapon, and order your men to back off, or this little baby of mine here will rip all of your heads off”

 “I knew I would see you again someday Charlie, but not in this manner. You were always the outlaw, even in the Army, weren’t you?” the Commander was trying to buy time.

 Charlie!! In the Army?? Sid thought again.

 “My men have surrounded the house from all sides Commander, I think the best thing for you is to surrender” Just then another flurry of footsteps were herd and 5 men wearing military outfits, without any insignia came in with a range of rifles, shotguns and sophisticated weapons that even the Commander had not known existed.

 Two men pointed AK-47’s at the Captain and Commanders head.

 “You will never get away with this Charlie; the whole of the bureau is involved, you know we’ll hunt you down and kill you”

 The Captain was getting tired of these word games. All he wanted was one chance and he would rip the guys’ head off, but a nod from his Commander stopped him from doing that.

 “So there you are my little girl” Charlie said walking towards the girl. She didn’t loosen her grip on the weapon at all.

 “Look at you all grown up, and you have a gun. I’m amused”

 “What do expect from a Generals daughter, Charlie. I knew something was fishy, the day I saw a side arm with him” she jerked her head towards Sid. “I should have known you were involved when I smelled a Rat” She spat back at him.

 “Whoa, she’s got attitude” Charlie grabbed Tina by the neck.

 She tried getting free from his grip and landed an elbow in his nose.

 “Ha ha ha! You are just like your father aren’t you? But you are not as strong as him, or as me. Your Father couldn’t even make it alive out of the Pakistani camp, and what do they do, they award him the Param Vir Chakra and what do I get nothing, nothing at all” He was getting louder with every word.

 So this was all personal.

 If there was a chance this was it to get rid of this man and his so called army. The captain tried to plead with his eyes to his commander to let him take this chance.

 The commander nodded in positive this time, and they both punched elbows at the men pointing guns at them and incapacitated all of them in less than a minute.

 The Commander then pointed a gun at Charlie’s head with the Tina in his grip and the Captain tackled Sid and had a gun at his head.

 “You touch the girl Charlie and your wingman here dies. Dies for nothing but your personal erratic reasons” the Captain shouted.

 “Go on kill him, kill all my men if you please, but I will take this girl, and break her into pieces, till they give me my honour back”

 A series of violent thoughts was going on in Sid’s head. How he was fooled by all of the promises made by this Charlie guy. How he said he would be rich someday. How he deceived him by making this seem like and army job.

 Sid was just an expert shooter at the security agency, and he was promised a post in the army. What a fool had he been to believe all of it?

 Sid let his fury take over him and in a moment of utter madness, knocked down the captain, took his gun, pushed away the girl and fired all of the bullets right at Charlie’s chest.

 It was all over in a minute. The real Army men came and took over the building and within half an hour, it was cleared off the mess with no sign of anything that had occurred in the past hour.

 The weather was lovely. The Sea Gulls flew low in the sky, and dived at the sight of a fish in the water. The wind blew slowly and gently.

 The guests rose at the arrival of the beautiful bride in white, holding a bunch of white lilies.

 The groom looked upon her with great affection.

 “Dearly beloved. We have gathered here today to join in holy matrimony John Smith and Mary Ann…..”

 “Do you John take Mary as your wife in sickness and in health, till death does you apart?”

 “I do”

 “Do you Mary take John as your husband in sickness and in health, till death does you apart?”

 “I do”

 “I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride”

 They walked back down the aisle arm in arm happy as ever.

 No one in their wildest dreams could guess that they were Sid and Tina back in India.

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EPILOGUE:

 After clearing the mess, Sid revealed all the hideouts, the stolen weapons and artillery, the money which was hid very carefully all over the city.

 He also gave his statement against Charlie and how he deceived numerous people like him by promising about lots of money.

 Sid was only sentenced for 1 year of prison without hard labour and was released within 8 months for good behaviour.

 He and Tina shifted to USA with changed names and identities and have a son named Mark and an 8 month old daughter named Martha.

 Tina is a kindergarten teacher. Sid now runs his own business, drives a Pontiac and lives a happy life with his wife and children.

The Target – Part 2

23 Feb

“So you purposely miss the bus so you can ride with me everyday, or is this just coincidence?”

 “How did you know? I am planning to cancel my pass so I get a free ride home everyday. You are a genius I must say” she said the sarcasm very crisp in her tone.

 “How sweet of you. Nothing is better than giving you a ride home, but you know we could take a detour to the madras café for a cuppa coffee”

 “Don’t call me sweet, alright and I could use some strong coffee and something to eat I’m famished” 

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 “This is Alpha. Suspect is at Madras café. Repeat Suspect is at Madras café. Advise for next action”

 “No action to be taken. Over and out”

 The commander was frustrated. He picked up his private phone and dialled a number.

 “You are just required to follow your orders commander. Since when are you allowed to have your own opinions?”

 “But sir this is the best place we can nab him. He is completely unprotected. I could get him alone if I wanted”

 “It’s a public place for God’s sake commander, what do you plan to do, point a gun at his forehead and take him away? Do you know you could jeopardise the whole purpose of this sensitive operation?”

 “But Sir…” The line went dead.

 “Yeah well what do I know about sensitive operations anyways” he cursed under his breath. There was his target sitting like a tiger’s evening snack, out in the open, and all he could do was look through his binoculars.

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 “So do you just sit in Coffee Houses with different girls in your free time, or you have some hobbies?”

 “Oh! sure I do. In my free time I am a part time contract killer. I murder people for money”

 “And what makes you think I am going to believe that? Contract Killer.. Huh”

 “I tell you the truth and you don’t want to believe me. What if you are my next target?”

 “I’m not afraid of you. Besides you are way too handsome to be a killer on the loose” She regretted it the moment she said it.

 “Thank you Maam”

 “Oh stop smirking, I was just kidding, so that you pay the bill and I could go home fast. Its starting to rain see”

 “Yeah well” he sighed, “Women I tell ya…”

 “I think you should come in and change into some dry clothes” she suggested as she hurriedly got off the bike.

 “If you insist”

 He went straight for the bathroom where he frantically searched for his cell phone. “Oh Darn!! It’s in my jacket”

 He quietly opened the door and peeped outside. The jacket was across the room on a chair, she was in the other room. He ran and fished out the device from the inside pocket and hurried back to the bathroom.

 “I’m at the house Charlie. I think I can finish the job today. Tell the men across the street to wait for my signal” he was talking in hushed tones

 “Are you sure about this?”

 “Yes I’m positive, trust me”

 “Sid…….. Where are you?”

 “Umm.. Coming in a minute” He hastily wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door.

 “You mind giving me some clothes I’m freezing here”

 “He he here you go. I think my brothers clothes are the right size for you”

 He went in the bathroom again. Took the revolver from the cupboard he had hidden it in wore the clothes and came out.

 She was holing a plate of sandwiches and waiting at the table.

 “Hmm… Smells awesome” he said just when the lights went out.

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Before they could think about anything a flurry of activity was heard outside the door and then a loud bang.

 “What’s happening?” she screamed.

 “Don’t move he ordered. Stay where you are. And if you want to live just do what I say”

 “What do you mean? I don’t un… understand”

 “Shut up and do as I say”

 “Nobody moves!!” said a loud voice, just when the door opened. 

 “Hands behind your head” another loud voice but from a different direction.

 The lights came on. Four people in the room were pointing guns at each other.

 To be continued…

Temptation

22 May

There it was the little white box.

All she had to do was pick it up, take the thing it contained and swallow it. It seemed like an easy task, but doing it would mean giving up on a lot of promises.

She couldn’t let her family down, or could she??

Just one quick movement and it would all be over. The pain, the longing to attain nirvana.

She didn’t remember how long it had been since she had that weightless feeling. A feeling which only she could understand. A feeling which transported her into a completely different world.

A world where there were no worries, no responsibilities, no job, no nosy boss who took away all the credit.

How she craved for that wonderful sense of freedom.

Just once more and I’ll never touch the box again, she promised herself.

She picked up the box in haste and dropped it on the floor. All the contents got scattered on the floor.

She sat there feeling numb watching the floor decorated with that thing, that thing she wanted so badly.

What would her husband say? He would be so dissapointed in her, so depressed that she couldn’t be true to her words.

But then maybe later, someday he would understand her pain, her restlessness.

What about her children? They would be let down too. They would think their mommy wasn’t strong enough to keep her promises.

Her parents would be ashamed of their daughter, not to mention her in-laws.

This was ridiculous; no one would come to know. She would have it and dispose off the evidence. No one would suspect a thing.

Yes she decided she would flush away all the leftovers before anyone got home.

She exhaled, her hands trembling, her heart pounding, sweat trickling down her back, and her body shaking in anticipation of the feeling that would follow.

She picked up the box from the ground, gathered all the stuff scattered and said to herself,

“To hell with the diet!!!!!”

And ate the big chunk of chocolate.

The Plan …. Part 3 (Post No. 5)

13 May

“Oh! Troubled spirit, come enlighten us …………………….”

 “Oh! Troubled spirit…………………………..”

 “Oh! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! RICKY!!!!!!!!!” Max screamed on the top of his voice.

 “It’s here its here, I can see it” Max was shaking uncontrollably now, as a form started appearing in the bright light.

 “Oh! We’ve awakened him Max!!!! We’ve done it” Rick was trying hard to appear unruffled.

 “It’s c…. coming c… cc… closer Rick”

 They both were trembling now as the form stared to grow larger. It was taking shape of a man, a large man. He had a long beard, and looked like he was floating. They couldn’t see the legs.

 “He doesn’t have legs Rick; look he doesn’t have legs its flying!!!!!!!!!!! I’m getting outta here……. HELPPPPP!!!!!!!!!”

 “Max wait for me……. We have to get our stuff”, he started to pick up the stuff.

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Ricky came and sat next to Max during lunch the other day. Not a word was exchanged for a long time.

 “I told you I didn’t wanna go to that creepy place. You are suck a jerk Rick” Max blurted.

 “I’m sorry Max, even I was as scared as you.”

 “But look at the brighter side…..” Ricky continued trying to reason with Max.“We were pretty close to talking to the sprit eh?” he nudged Max

 Max’s face turned scarlet with anger. “Not a word about yesterday; get that Rick”

 Ricky hated the fact that they ran out of there like a bunch of squirrels. They should have waited and talked to the spirit. He didn’t like to chicken out of an exciting thing like this. He couldn’t resist the challenge.

 “Hey Max” he said after a long pause.

“Could we just go there, just for the last time?”

 “I’m not putting so much as a toe there Rick, you might as well go alone if you please. Keep me out of this alright”

 “C’mon just one last time please. I promise I’ll never even talk about it again” pleaded Ricky.

 “I hate it when you make that puppy like face Rick, I can’t say no to it, and you know it, you are such a …………”

 “I know I know……. So you’re in for tonight right?” Ricky asked with a big smirk on his face.

 “Yeah” Sighed Max. “Like I have a choice”

 “Great, so see you at 00:00 hrs”

 “Whatever”, Max walked away to his class.

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He woke up reluctantly at 11:25 pm and jumped out of his window. He would take two flashlights today. He didn’t want to take any chances tonight. If something went wrong he also had his mom’s knife which she kept under her pillow.

He reached Ricky’s house a bit too late and he was already on his bike waiting.

 “Look we both take the lake road okay. We are in this together” Max ordered

 “Alright. Gosh your face is already white Max. We haven’t even reached there” Rick teased.

 “Get on with it dude or I’m going home” Max was already bored.

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 They were hurriedly setting up their stuff again. Max was looking around both flashlights in hand.

Ricky was giggling under his breath.

 “What is it? Why are you giggling?”

 “You actually bought two flashlights” he was laughing now

 “Shut up Rick” he was furious now.

 “Let’s start ok”

 “I’m gonna keep the flashlight on Ok”

 “Oh troubled spirit…….. Talk to us…………. Oh! Troubled spirit we are with you…..”

 Ricky opened his eyes suddenly.

 “Max ….”

 “Oh troubled……..with you…..”

 “MAX!! I think I heard something did you??”

 “No I didn’t, what is it?” Max opened his eyes too

The flashlight went off again.

 “Oh! Shit!!!”

 Ricky took his flashlight, but couldn’t get it switched on.

 “None of them are working Max!!!!!”

 Just then they saw the bright light. It somehow seemed brighter today. They both stared at it speechless; Max because of the fright and Ricky because he was amazed that what he saw yesterday was actually real.

 The shadowy form started appearing again. It was moving with a very fast pace today.

 “Rick he’s coming at us……….” Max stated trembling more horribly.

 The fog started growing thicker. Although Ricky was scared he still managed to keep his cool. He started chanting again.

 “Wh…. Who are you” Rick said suddenly, wanting his voice to appear stern.

 The man or spirit whatever it was, was coming closer.

 “Who are you? Will you talk to us?” Rick tried again

 Just then they heard a loud shriek, and the ground near the tombstone started shaking. Or was it their imagination.

 No the ground was shaking.

 “OH MY GOD RICKY……. WHATS THAT!!!!!!?????” screamed Max.

 A hand started emerging from the ground just when there was another loud shriek………

 Both of them fainted at the same time…………………….

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 “Rick, Rick?? Can you hear me?” Someone was calling his name from the distance.

 “Hey man wake up” another different voice this time.

 “Hey look at his face its all white” one more voice and then muffled laughter.

 He opened his eyes to see a lot of people looking at him. Most of them were giggling. Max was also there.

 “Where’s the ghost? Where am I??” Rick was still trembling.

 All of them laughed at once.

 “I told you Mike didn’t I? Now give me my money” Max said with a big grin on his face.

 “What’s going on?” Rick demanded.

  “Aww, nothing poor chap. You see Mike and I had a bet that I could scare you easily.So that’s why we purposefully made Dave here tell you the fake tale about the ghost in the cemetery and you as usual took it as a challenge and I played along” Max was trying hard not to laugh now

 “YOU ARE SUCH A…………… MAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU I SWEAR” Rick got up and ran behind Max.

 An unwanted spectator watched from behind a tree as the boys chatted and laughed their way home, form the cemetery.

 

 

Might be continued………………. 😉

The Plan contd…(Post no. 4)

12 May

“Wa……. What is it Max!!!????” Rick turned around.

 “Ha hahahahaha……… I gotcha”

 “You are a dead man…… I’m telling you…… this is not funny Max” Rick’s face was flushed red, with the anger or embarrassment Max couldn’t tell.

 “Oh! My God you should have looked at your face Rick” Max couldn’t even speak. “Ha ha …… Hey I’m Mr. Rick I’m scared of nothing” he was making faces imitating Rick now.

 “Hey look you wanna come in or just stand here laughing coz I’m going in……. Max??MAX!!!”

 “Yeah yeah I’m coming” Max said still trying to control himself from giggling.

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The cemetery was cold, the earth was damp, and the only noise they could hear was the crickets.

 “Hey do you know which way is the grave we are looking for?” asked Max

 “Yes I know it, jut follow me ok…… and why are you whispering?” asked Rick, his face still red from the anger.Max would tell this to anyone who wanted to listen at school tomorrow.

“Damn!” he cursed under his breath, a bit too loudly.

 “What what??? Did u see anything?” Max was trembling

 “Nothing …. It’s nothing Ok” he was happy Max was his usual scared of everything self again, and he had the upper hand. It was very seldom that he let others take any kind of advantage over him. He hated that.

 “Ok I see it, there it is…… Mr. Matthew Rodriguez, March 1964- Feb 2009” Rick was pointing his flashlight on the tombstone.

 “You have the newspaper Max, don’t you??”

 “Yes I have it…… it’s right here…… A 45 year old attorney Mr. Matthew Rodriguez was fund dead in his house on 5th Park Avenue Memphis on 7th Feb 2009. The local police say it was a case of burglary gone sore, and are still investigating. Although the neighbors who were questioned by our correspondents say they never heard any noises on that night, and are sure there was no break-in in the house…….”

 “Here’s the interesting part” continued Max.

 “There was also no sign of any struggle as all the furniture was found intact….. Are the police trying to hush up the matter? This is the third case of such a mysterious death in this neighborhood. Is there a serial killer on the lose? Such are the questions the people are asking.”

“Hmmm…. So first it was big old Al, then it was Martha and now it’s Matt….. The funny thing is all of these people were loners” Ricky said with an investigative look on his face

 “Oh! That’s so smart Rick” Max said sarcastically hitting him on his head. “I’m sure the police must have figured that out way before you dude. Now do you wanna find out what the police don’t know or not. I’m freezing out here, let’s get this over with”

 “Ok, lets take out all our stuff and look this is the arrangement we gotta do” Ricky said flipping through the pages of a half torn book with yellowed pages and stopping at a page with a hexagonal arrangement of some sort.

“No mistakes alright”

Max started to arrange everything according to the drawing. First the candles, then the flowers and the paper with letters and numbers written on it.

“Let’s light the candles” Ricky said

“Are you sure Rick I’m starting to get a bit freaked out now” Max said looking around in the darkness. The only light was coming from the two flashlights. He took his flashlight and turned it around himself just to be sure no one was lurking in the dark. Just as Ricky was about to light the candles; Max’s flashlight went off.

“Hey why did you turn it off?”

“I didn’t, it went off on its own” Max said his voice cracking. He was desperately trying to switch it on.

“I just changed the batteries this morning; I don’t know what’s wrong??” He was banging the flashlight against the palm of his hand now. “Let’s get outta here Rick.”

“Oh! C’mon Max, it’s just a flashlight, these things happen man. Let’s start ok, I’ve lighted all the candles and I have to switch off my flashlight too”

“No no don’t do that” squealed Max

“Hey look its written in the book okay, no lights except for the candles. Don’t be a cry baby now Max”

 He did not like this at all. He wanted to go home and sleep in his bed. Why did he agree to this crap?

 They held hands, closed their eyes and started chanting the verse written in the book.

 “Oh troubled spirit, come enlighten us, we are with you, talk to us…….. Oh! Troubled spirit….”

 This went on for a couple of minutes, and max opened one of his eyes, just when Ricky did. He immediately smacked Max’s hand hard.

 “You are not supposed to open your eyes stupid”

 “Hey that’s not fair you opened yours too” protested Max

They continued to chant. Their voices were getting louder, and the wind was getting colder.

 A faint white light was starting to appear in the distance, and was steadily growing brighter.

 

 

 To be continued……. 🙂

The Plan (Post No. 3)

11 May

“Ok so I’ll come over to your place right away”, he whispered into the phone.

 “Yeah make it quick”, came the answer.

 “Okay, I’ll….. Hey I can hear someone coming I gotta hang up… See ya in a while” and the phone went dead.

 He replaced the receiver; quickly came out of the closet kept the phone on the table and ran up the stairs just when the door opened.

 “Hey hey where’s the fire?” she asked.

 “Oh! Mom….. I’m going over to Ricky’s place to finish up our science project”

 “Alright don’t be too late baby, come home before sundown”

“And be careful….. Don’t ride the bike too fast” she added as an afterthought, as he was disappearing into his room.

“Yeah Mom!!!!” Came the customary reply followed by a lot of shuffling and throwing and scrambling.

“When will he ever learn to be clean and organized?” she thought to herself

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“So it’s final then? I’ll sneak out at 11.30 pm and give you the regular signal. We reach the meeting place on our own routes. You take the route next to the lake; I take the dirt road from the field.”

 “Yes I think that’s good. We’ll both reach there at 00:00 hrs precisely” Said Ricky.

He always had this annoying habit of stating time in military standards. Why couldn’t he say 12:00 am like normal people?

 “Hey Max are you listening at all?”

 “Huh? Yeah yeah I get it Ricky? Don’t get finicky now, I’ll be there Ok!!”

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Max got out of the bed at 11:25pm fully dressed and sneaked out with his small backpack full of equipments they were going to need tonight.

 He stood outside Ricky’s window at exactly 23:30 hours and whistled softly thrice.

Ricky was already getting out of the window before he could even turn on the flashlight which was the next signal in case the first one didn’t work.

 Both of them looked at each other for a split second before taking their own routes.

 His route was scarier than Ricky’s. He was a fool to volunteer for the dirt track, he thought. It was all the more scary at night, although he would never admit to being scared to Ricky.

 He could finally see the gate to their destination and could hear Ricky whistling silently. So he had indeed reached before him. Max cursed under his breath.

 “Hey buddy” sad Ricky his voice almost echoing in the dead silence of the night.

“You are late”

 “Shhh!! You fool”

 “Oh! Who’s gonna hear us dude, we are in a cemetery between dead people, for cryin’ out loud….. hee hee haw haw” Ricky did his awful devilish laugh again.

 “Hey stop it Ricky you are freaking me out more than the cemetery. You wanna go in or bail out. Hope you’re not scared” said Max making a feeble attempt to scare Ricky.

 But there was no stopping Ricky. He was already unloading the stuff from his bike and walking towards the entrance.

 “Hey wait up Rik, I think I heard something”

 “Aww c’mon Man!!! Are you……….” Rik turned around.

 “Rickkkkkkkkkkkkkkk !!!!! Watch Out!!!!!!!!!!!!! Behind You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Max screamed at the top of his voice.

  

To be continued…………………..  🙂