It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder bellowed ceaselessly as lightning flashed like a hail of gunfire. I adjusted my eyes to the darkness and tried to search for the cause of the noise that stirred me. Dark orbs scanned the horizon. The shutters were thundering against the windows and I could hear the trees creaking and groaning while the branches were scraping on the walls like finger nails on chalkboards.
I crept along the passage in complete darkness, shadows were slashing in the darkness and the furniture felt like it was scuttling in the shadows.
I pushed open the doors onto the balcony just listening and feeling the cool night breeze. I walked out and felt as if the wind was ripping my hair, grabbing my arms and forcing tears from my eye.
I sat at the kitchen table, listening to the storm rage on. It seemed to be getting worse. I suddenly had a chill and insisted to myself that a nice warm cup of hot cocoa would make this special event even more glorious.
That was when I saw it. The darkness; slyly, moulded into the livid silhouette of it, the crimson shape oozing out of the gloom.
He came, at last, for me.
My most dreaded nightmare, yet my best fantasy.
My emotions spun inside, like bright wisps of colours whirling around.
“Scared?”
I was pushed to the ground, my strength seeped out of my limbs, my knees buckled and crashed onto the hard marble floor: I was numb and an unusual throb seared up my leg. Scarlet red blood began to soak my denims. Slowly, invigorating my head, I found myself kneeling before the cadaver of my parents. My mind went blank. I didn’t know what to do and I just stared at the excruciating sight.
Finally, I glance around to be besieged by the ghastly spectacle. I swathed my face with my hands to encumber the thoughts.
It was time, for the awaited revenge. I looked closely at the pale face of the murderer, stunned by the blackened jaws. His eyes charred with a shimmer. I felt a misty sphere tugging at my feet. I plucked the mystical orb out of the ruby red blood puddle. I examined it and felt intrigued by the image of a magnificent eagle which appeared to be clutching a lightening wrought dagger imprinted on its zenith.
My eyes opened with the raucous sound of sirens outside. I peered through the windowpane and hailed with a glorious view of a garden. The trees an.d beautiful birds sang merry tunes blissfully; hopping from branch to branch, gliding when a branch is out of reach. A butterfly flew onto the window-sill and I examined the stunning creature; its breathtaking wings and skinny legs. I see the moisture jewels on the flawlessly fixed clovers. What can possibly be the reason behind the sadism in such an alluring world?
And, I began to process through everything I had seen; my deceased parents. I searched around and realized the absence of him. No proof, no testimony.
The thought came rushing towards me and adhered. I would be the suspect; the only one who was there except for him. But, he left no evidence. How can he? He isn’t a human, he’s a ghost, and he’s the assassin. Not a soul would consider it.
What’s better than a lifetime of prison without clique? Death.
“To, dwell in obscurity forever” I whispered as I seized the stiletto and passed it through my chest.
