Never ask what’s dead and forgotten to come back because sometimes it can come back and turn your world upside down.
Here is a short story I wrote, my first horror story. Hope you will like it
Flowers from her garden were still fresh and alive. Few days back Anita handpicked those flowers to decorate my worn out earthen pot and I don’t think I will be able to dump them the way she dumped me. Memories of last week flashed back in my mind , when we sat at the window and cooked stories about strangers walking on the street. She said ” Looks like her wife hit him “, we were laughing , we were carefree, we were happy and now she has disappeared like the smoke.
Three days back her car crashed with a truck and I lost her forever . It was hard for me to believe because every corner of my room reminded me of her eternal presence . I could still feel her shrill laughter ringing in my ears . My heart just can’t believe that she was dead. Since the news broke I have texted her hundred messages with the hope that she might answer them the way she used to . I texted her again “I miss you , wish you were here “. Screen of my phone turned black , It’s battery died but I kept staring at the black screen with my empty eyes as if it will speak and console me.
I was lost in my thoughts when the shrill echo of my doorbell startled me , my phone dropped on the carpet but the doorbell kept ringing violently. I rushed to unchain my door but to my utter surprise no one was there it felt strange and creepy so I locked my door . I was crestfallen so I went to my study to find a book to distract my mind but my heart sank when sound of hushed laughter came from my kitchen. I tried to tell myself that I was mistaken and walked to the kitchen with the hope to find a cat but the kitchen looked neat and uninvaded so I kept staring at the stuff in kitchen for a while and it felt like something brushed my spine when suddenly a bowl fell on the floor and the lights of the kitchen fused , everything turned black . There were pair of green eyes the only thing that gleamed in the pitch darkness . My hands started to sweat and I shuddered with fear I rushed out of the kitchen without looking back and It was in the window’s glass pane that I saw reflection of cat at my feet . I felt relaxed for a second but the hair on my neck stiffed because the cat kept staring at me with her empty green eyes , my neck was now covered with sweat . I tried to count my breath and turned around when a gust of wind with dust and dried leaves rushed from the window inside my room, the windchime swung violently and crashed on the floor with a shriek , the window rattled and curtains ruffled like a beast. The wind kept whining but the trees on the street were calm as if in a deep sleep. My room was swallowed with the smell of dead and rotten leaves which covered my feet. I knew something was not right.
I felt dizzy and nauseated when the piercing silence of my room was once again broken by the banging sound of my phone I reached for my phone but wait a minute how could it ring when it’s battery died just an hour ago. I was numb and cold and everything was dead silent now because it was Anita’s call . I dropped my phone , trembling with fear I wished it was a dream but it was not and then her shrill voice pierced my ear ” Look out of the window , I am back”.
She was standing on the street in her pink floral dress , her face was pale and covered with blood and her green eyes were piercing mine.
~Mayuri Srivastava~
My Diary 