#stairase

[kaelula-sungwis]

Stairs b&w by [LL] Via Flickr: Bremen 0923

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[greatpeanutcomputer]

horror part 2

"How are you, Memsa'ab? the voice greeted her from the window. I have come to take Veera with me..." The sound was different from the last time It was resounding and hollow- like an old broken record. It was not a natural human voice. Neema's hand froze at the wheel of the machine. The tick-tack of the running machine slowed down. the wheel continued to move for a while and then gradually stopped. The profound silence added to the stock. A chill was running down her spine. She couldn't dare to raise har eyes to look at the visitor. Her heart shuddered with fright-her hands and legs trembled. why is Hari Ram after my veera? where does be want to take my child? doesn't be realize be's dead? from the corner of her eye she noted that veera had stopped paying with her toy. She was gazing at the window and smiling .she had recognized the visotor. Then the child slowely got up and began to move towards the window with her arms extended. On an impulse she glanced at the window. Hari Ram wasn't like the last time. He was ghostly pale with his eyes sunken in to two large sockets. His attention was focused on veera. A soft smile played on his lips. An enigmatic smile. Her baby was now just four feet away from the window.n Neema screamed and and jumped as if she had recived a thousand volts current. She rushed grabbed veera and pulled her back. The child was shaken at the abrupt and rough treatment. She darted towards her little baby calmly sleeping in her cot. Snatching her up she ran towards the door. She undid the latch with a jerk. She didn't stop to put on her slippers didn't glance towards the visitor Barefoot,she dashed out and into the absolutely desolate exteriors. In ten secound she was running away from her house.her howling daughters tightly clutched in each of her arms. she knew no help would be available here today.she the narrow pathway the institute building. sprinting up the narrow pathway she reached the broad dusty road. Veera was now clinging onto her and had stopped crying. But the small baby had been rudely woken from her sleep and was frightened at the abrupt and rough handing. She was wailing her lungs out. Neema was breathless but she didn't slacken her pace. she ran like a possessed woman. sharp stone pricked her soft feet the bare skin got pierced by the thorns and began to bleed. Her strong instinct to save her child from the looming danger made her heedless to all the physical pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks making her almost blind she reached the uphill path that led to the institute building and her salvation. As she fell on her kness however prevented her daughter from getting hurt by supporing them with her elbows planted firmly on the ground. Her kness and elbows were severely bruised. She remained mindless of the injuries. She didn't even realize thagt she was badly hurt. with superhuman efforts, she sprang to her feet again. she threw a quick glance behind her. Acloud of dust that she had produced was thinning a shadow was clearly visible behind the dust screen. Following her.She muffled her scream and ran with all her might. the path was steep and rocky cut into broad steos. with her two daughters held tightly in her grip, she sprinted on. Neither did she reduce her speed nor turn to look back again. On and on she reaced till she reached outside the building,She stopped there for a moment foe she could hardly breathe now her head was spinning. A severe pain tightened her chest She took a few deep breaths to steady herself and instinctively glanced to her left towards the path she had just traversed. The ghostly figure of heri Ram stood at the edge of the path expressionless and somewhat vague now almost a translucent shadow of his original self It was the She shrieked and dashed towards the door. With both her the door it was then she sensed it-a sudden pressure on her left arm and a strong jerk where she was holding veera she tightened her grip on her doughter."Leave her the door was not bolted it swung open and she stumbled into the reception area. She couldn't maintain her balance and creshed against a table her waist talking the blow. There staff.She rushed up the stairase but stopped halfway. she couldn't go on, not anymore her waist hurt badly. Her lungs were bursting. Her arms were stiff from exertion. She ciuldn't hold her elder one any longer. She needed one hand to take the support of the railing. the child understood and clung onto her giving her a free hand. holding on to the railing she pushed hereself up and up, one step at a time with all her might with the last bit of her strength guided by her maternal instincts. The creepy scream had woken Ma up. she still lay in bed wondering if she had dreaming. She was unsure. But her headache was gone. she felt much better. She looked at the clock. it was close to five. The move should be getting over shortly anyway it was also time to go the kitchen. Children would come home hungry. It was then that she heard a desperate knock on her door "didi"...please open the door didi, quick... please hurry.Ma recognized Neema's voice why was screaming and rasping? She sounded so awfully panicky. Ma jumped out of the bed and ran to open the door. The moment she did that Neema swooned and fell unconscious in her arms. Ma managed to grab chitra and prevented the baby from falling. on the head floor and getting badly hurt. Veera hopped off her mother's lap at the end moment and stood next to her sprawled body -shocked shivering and snivelling. Ma intuitively shut the door and locked it. She then put the baby on the divan and rushed to featch water for Neema. Her condition frightened her; tears-stained cheeks dishevelled hair her salwar torn at the bloodied knees arms and feet coated with mud and blood. Something terrible had happened. When she returned Neema had regained her consciousness and was looking around with her eyes wide open. veera sat clinging to her mother.Neema was wheezing and trembling She appeared so frightened that even Ma was shaken she hadn't ever seen such intense fear in anyone's eyes. what had gone wrong with poor Neema? Perhaps she needed a doctor. "here, Neema, sip some water. It'll make you feel better. Neema accepted the glass of the water in her shaking hand as Ma rushed towards the door to call for help. "Don't-please don't open the door." Neema could barely speak. Her hoarse, desperate whisper was terrifying Ma halted and turned back.what was outside that had so badly frightened Neema? "Didi, don't go anywhere. Don't leave me alone," NEEMA cried pitiably. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Ma was confused whom to pacify- the baby who was hysterically crying and howling or Neema who was sobbing and looking at her with utter halplessness.Ma returned from the door she picked up chitra in her arms and tried sooting the baby, "Are you well, Neema? what happened?" Neema swallowed a few sips of water and nodded slowly from where she sat-on the floor resting against the wall. "DIDI" hari ram had come to my home stood outsidemy window. He wanted to take veera with him He's dead! Isn't he? Ma couldn't even nod, so shocked was she at what Neema was stating she simply stared at her. "Where does he want to take my baby? Neema's sobs changed into hiccups. "please don't let him take my baby away,please,"she pleaded piteously and grabbed veera to hold her tightly in her lap. Ma was by now breathing rapidly her heart almost jumping out of her mouth. Neema raised her voice, "DIDI, he has followed me. He is here-outside."Ma become stock-still. she instinctively glanced at the window. dusk had begun to fall on the landscape. A few stray dogs suddenly yowled. A murder of crows rose and flew past the window fluttering and cawing. Just than with a loud report A windowpane of the room crecked. ma shrieked lounder than NEEMA and then loudly began to chant the Gayatri Mantra in a Shaky voice to keep the wandering spirit from entering her house.

[ultracrepidarianchild]

2, 17, 38

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? when my fantasy is roaming free in the stairase its a good 3 but i actually love the dark!

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? drumpf

38. What is the color of your socks? answered here!