THE ALGORITHM OF FEAR

3~the unexplainable incidents

On a and Saturday morning. Eve wokeup sweating breathing heavily. She drank a glass of water and laid again.....staring at the ceiling fan. she moved her eye in direction of her room . her grand room..her room had the old yet unique designs, the walls were looking elegant with solid old colours on it. It was dark as the curtains were still closed.. She stood up and opened the curtains in a blink of an eye. She felt a glimpse of something she couldn't configure what was it. Maybe just an illusion or something as she had already seen a bad dream.

Eve wasn't a stranger to darkness. By day, she worked as a senior investigator in the town's investigations department. Her job brought her face-to-face with unexplained mysteries, but none as unsettling as what she experienced in her own home.

After a Stressful day she came home...at night, as Eve sat in her study reviewing case files, a strange chill crept into the room. The air grew heavy, and the faint scent of roses-filled her nose. She looked up, and there, in the corner of the room, was a shadow. It wasn't cast by any object or light source. It was just... there.

"Who's there?" Eve demanded, standing up, her voice steady despite her racing heart.

The shadow didn't move, but she heard it-a faint, echoing whisper.

Eve's blood ran cold. Her training kicked in, and she grabbed her recorder, but the shadow melted into the walls before she could react further.

On the cracked floor, faint footprints appeared in the dust, one set after another, as if someone was waltzing with an invisible partner.

"Show yourself," Eve said, her voice steady.

The music stopped abruptly, and the room fell silent. For a moment, she thought the night would end there. But then, the mirror across the room fogged up, and words began to form:

"You must remember."

Eve froze, her mind racing. Remember? Remember what?

She & gathered up all her courage she goes near there infront of the mirror. she looked with lust in her almond eyes.

She stared straight in the mirror -piercing with her gaze. The air went silent. She could only hear the sound of her breathing. She decided to go back to her room. but at the moment, she felt a breeze which is uncommon behind her ears.

She looked behind and a shadow ran through mirror.she gazed back into the mirror, but she found nothing. She lifted her hand in air to find something but there was nothing just a heavy air which was describing someone's presence. She drifted to her bed without thinking further.

morning began with a cup of coffee on the balcony overlooking the misty woods, where she planned her day. Her investigations often took her deep into the city's underbelly, where secrets festered in shadowy corners. Despite her intense work, Eve found solace in her evenings. She would return to her mansion, draw herself a hot bath, and lose herself in a good book or sketch scenes from her cases in a leather-bound journal.

One Monday, Eve was assigned a perplexing case involving a missing artist. The artist, known for his dark and surreal paintings, had disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a single unfinished canvas. The painting depicted a woman sitting in a dimly lit mansion, her face eerily similar to Eve's own.

The case consumed her week. She interviewed art collectors, combed through gallery records, and explored the artist's studio, a place dripping with mystery. Each clue seemed to lead her back to her own life: a sketch of her mansion, a name scribbled in her handwriting, even a book from her library found in his possession.

By Friday night, Eve sat in her study, staring at the unfinished painting now hanging on her wall. The woman's eyes seemed to follow her, and as the clock struck midnight, a knock echoed through the mansion. She hesitated, her heart pounding, and opened the door to find a man standing there. His face was pale, his expression haunted. It was the artist.

"I needed you to find me," he whispered. "Because you're part of the story." she was too stunned to speak anything.. In a blink of an eye the man wasn't there. She took her car to find the man but she was unsuccessful. She drove back home and saw the painting.it wasn't at its place. It was like dropped on the ground. She put it back and went to her bed.

The next morning she woke up with the rays of sunlight liting up her face. She was all in her thoughts about last night's incident. As she stood up and wore her cozy slippers she saw that all the papers of her investigation case was messed up. As she remembered she had properly put them in the file last night.it was the case of that artist. Her thoughts were screaming out . She wanted to go deeper in this case as it was somehow related to her after that last incident. As she started sorting the papers she got a call saved with a name 'love' yes! She have a boyfriend already.. She picked up the call and was bout to say hellooo... .

But she heared " Why are you so unserious about our relation... I called you last night and you just picked up the call and told me to Leave! How could you be drunk this much eve!"

she got shocked because she never talked to him from 2 days.. She was so busy in her all work.

"Eve! Are you listening to me!" said the boy

" Yes ivaan I'm listening! We need to talk right now .. Meet me at the cafe nearby I'll send you the location" eve replied and hung up the call.

She took the keys of her car and went to the cafe she told ivaan to meet. But after some time she waited for him and decided to call him.

" where are you eve I'm waiting for you" Said ivaan

"I'm here in the mac-D" eve replied

Ivaan-"How drunk are you first you told me to come at the library then you're waiting in the cafe!"

Eve- " No I didn't told you to meet at library... what are you saying dude.."

Ivaan- " Wtf you called me 2nd time and told me to change the location"

Eve got shocked and said " Wait waitt i really don't know what is happening to me and you... I never told you to meet at library.. Just come at the cafe we have to talk now!"