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Friday, March 13, 2009

Just Another Bad day...

Let the clock tick. Let the birds stop singing. Let everything get dark. Let the world go to hell. Let…

He dipped the biscuit in and took a bite. Not crunchy but not bad either. He liked it. The newspaper he had been reading was now open on pages four and five. He really did not care what the papers said anyways. What mattered to him was how crunchy the biscuit was. Ironic yes, but true.

The phone finally diverted his attention as it started ringing in its same monotonous ring. As he touched the receiver to pick it up, a cold hand gripped around the back of his palm and jerked it away. He turned around to see the familiar face of Peter.

“Hey man…what happened to your hands? They feel cold dude!”

Peter gave a cold smile and asked “Why are you home? Aren’t you supposed to be in college?”

The phone had stopped ringing now, apparently forgotten all about by the two people in the confusion. He looked at the packet of crackers and decided not to eat one. Let the damned crackers go to hell. He then looked at Peter and said, “I was supposed to be but then I thought I would sit at home and read the papers instead. Why you askin’?”

“ You should have picked up that phone. It was supposed to save your life”.

With those words Peter put his hand out and touched his shoulder with a finger. The room was changing now. The wallpaper smoked from the bottom, as clean red tongues of flame slowly licked them. The clock screen on the wall frosted over and hair-like cracks spread over it. Its ticking rose to a frenzied pace and its tick-tock seemed to drown out everything. Outside, large drops of some heavy, viscous liquid hit the windowpanes in a sick and dull rhythm. He turned to look and almost passed out. The liquid was a light blue with little portions of white thrown in. Drops of sky. His head was reeling. The sky was getting covered in a black puddle, thick and inky, as the color from it rained till the eye could see. White lightning tore across the skies, silent as a grave. A hissing sound came to him where the finger touched his shoulder and pain, white hot, filled his senses. He looked at his flesh bubbling like steam escaped from the nozzle of a pressure cooker at the point of contact . His feet buckled and he went down on his knees. The calendar behind Peter fluttered and he could see the date clearly: Friday the Thirteenth.
The phone rang again and he heard the recorder come on. It was Peter’s voice.

“Hey meet me in the college! We have this great plan where we will try and separate the evil self from the body. Sabby found this book you know! He…”

He woke up, bathed in sweat. The phone was ringing. He picked it up knowing whom it would be, but was disappointed. He looked at the calendar. The panda in the calendar gazed back at him nonchalantly and told him it was the Thirteenth of March. A Friday. The skies outside twinkled with a million microscopic pieces of ground glass. Safe.
It was Sabby.

“Hey dude! I know its too early in the morning to call and all but I had to tell someone. It’s Peter. You know, he said that he found this book. Then he said that he had a dream about me killing you. He is probably at your door as I speak. Don’t open the door…”

Let the stupid dream go down the drain. Let the skies go grey or pink or punk for that matter. Let the…

He slammed the phone back into its place and rushed for the door. It was still dark outside. He went and opened it.

Outside, it was still dark. He could see the neighbor’s car parked across the road, just as he had seen it while coming home yesterday. Not moving. It was not exactly supposed to move now, was it? He opened the door.
Darkness greeted him as a cold wind slapped his face softly.Nothing.

Let Sabby go to hell. Let Peter go to hell. Let Friday the Thirteenth take a hike. Let everyone mind their own business. Let…

He turned back when Sabby’s voice, cold and familiar, almost froze him,


“You were not exactly expecting me were you?”

[ The idea is taken from a conversation that I had over the phone with someone special last night and the night before. This post is dedicated to her. You are the best. You know you are.You are, Surbhi. To all my friends, foes and fanatics, a happy Friday the Thirteenth to you! Rot...err...enjoy!! :) ]



26 comments:

Preeti said...

Scary, chlling...the ending was incredible!!!
Not like your usual though, MM!!! hmmm


when the knell of doom tolls its number
it strikes a dread in the heart of mortals
the 13th day before the ides
portents an evil that derides
what can we do then but count the seconds
and wait for our fate
and whatever it beckons....

ROTTEN, OOPS!!! HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th TO YOU!!!

:-)

Preeti said...

i rephrase it and you know why...


UBEREST OF THEM ALL...!!

:-)

hfm said...

Woah.
Brilliant stuff.

Jadis said...

haha!! FINALLY

i get to say an AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!


oh and this story is
THE
BEST
YOU'VE



written!!!

Anurag said...

Damn Scribbler's ...I won't be able to sleep tonight ....

Damn it ...this was stunning ..Almost like a bollywood script ....

Mahesh Bhatt ...Here's your mann :D :D

Illeen said...

whoa!It's Friday the 13th..ner crossed me.
Had u planned this post or was it all impromptu?
Whatever be it I just love the way u describe..the build ups to the climax are awesome.

Divya said...

creepy!

Vaudevillian said...

back wif ze Scribblers Inc!

Ananya said...

It was brilliant :)

The Rat... said...

u updated it, aint u? some sentences werent there wen i skimmed thru yday.. anyways.. so friday the 13th continues huh..

creepy man.. u gave me chills...

Vinnie said...

just another creepy stuff from u !
great one though...enjoyed till the end:)

Nikki said...

What a perfect way to bring in Friday the 13th! Good going...

Zlaek said...

I always claim nothing thrills me...or scares me.
But if I can ever trust someone to send chills up my spine, it'd be Mithun Mukherjee.

The post was also quite pleasantly fresh. I LOVE your text in red.

Ankita Agrawal said...

its scary!!!
loved reading it...!!
kudos :-)


www.enchantinganki.wordpress.com

AshenGlow said...

Well.. this one surpassed the goosebumps standard.. I was fixed to my chair and without breath!

Still Wide Eyed..
Ashen

Che said...

Come on dude its time someone gave Ramsay Brothers a run for their money!

Start shooting.

Mishra said...

How are you doing mate ? Hope you holding on :)

The post was chilling- yup that is the word for it. Good work !

sanely insane said...

ha ha ha...nice nice...the story was pretty interesting...the mix of what was real and what was in the dream...its tough to master this style of writing...u did good

HP said...

good thing i didn't read this at night ..!
awesome imagery.
a great piece.

Eveline said...

Whoa!!! Nothing's creeped me as much since the Grim Reaper. Nice!!!

Mystique said...

whoa

Nothingman said...

good one dude...somewhere in the middle i got mixed up between sabby and peter...but good descriptions in the middle about hell.

rock on :)

N

MAN IN PAINTING said...

LOL!
nice one..
really nice..
keep them coming..
wishes..
mip

neha said...

how do u manage to writing such chilling stories?....it is amazing!..wen will i get to read a book published by u? ;)

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♪♪HARINI♪♪ said...

errrr spooky! scary!!and so amazingly written!!!! wish i could write like you too!!

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