The Killing Dream

The park was filled with thick mist that morning. Roger Crouch walked through the fence and sat in a bench. Why there is no one here? He wondered. There was no one, not even a single bitch in that park that time. It was deserted every person in that park was invisible. Usually at seven in the morning, the park will be filled with joggers and walkers. ‘Looks like an UFO came and sucked ‘em all’ he said and laughed at his own joke. The next moment, his mobile phone rang. He took it from his pant pocket and noticed that an unknown number was calling him. He answered the call.

  ‘Hello’ he began with a rough voice.

  ‘Die...’ a whispering voice answered his hello.

 ‘Hello who is this?’

 ‘Let your soul be sucked...’ it was the whispering voice.

 ‘Hello? Who the fuck is this?’ he answered with the rage in his voice increasing

 ‘Omen eating your flesh’

He cut the call with rage. Who is that irritating bitch? He thought. He started to walk out of the park. As he walked, the mist grew thicker and thicker. He hardly saw the path. He was walking for 10 minutes and still he can’t find the exit. As he walked further, there were thick trees on the path. Where the hell am I? He wondered. The he noticed graves at either side of him. With fear and confusion he was walking further. As he, walked he saw a grave in the middle of the path. He focussed his eyes on it. It read

Here R.I.P

Jacob Christian

1965-2010

Former Monk at the St. Josephs Cathedral Church

Philadelphia

‘Holy cow’ he muttered.

He sank into his memories. He travelled back a year. He was torturing a monk. The monk was naked, handcuffed, his thumb fingers and his right eye removed, tied in a spiked rope. ‘Give me the key’ Roger said to him sitting on a chair. ‘I don’t know! Please kill me!’ the monk cried. ‘Oh! It’s paining! Kill me please’. Roger smiled and said, ‘If you don’t say me where the key is, Jacob, you will remain like this. He hit him with a spiked chain hardly on his chest. ‘Awww!’ the monk screamed with extreme pain. ‘Yeah! I know where it is! I will tell you. Please leave me’ He screamed.

He said about everything he wanted. When he finished, Roger pointed a gun on him. ‘I’ll kill you one day.’ The monk said. He knew it was his last word. Then the gun projected the bullet which teared his skin and swam through his blood and finally hit the bone. ‘Ha ha ha! How you’re gonna kill me? Through snipers from the heaven?’ Roger said aloud.

Roger came back to the present. He saw the pale face of Jacob rising from the grave. And two black large sized dogs, with fierceful eyes, emerged from the side of the grave. The sky turned thick dark. Roger, totally scared, began to run turning backwards.

He ran and ran and he didn’t notice the stairs on his path and he felled down. He rolled through the stone stairs. At once, he realised that it was his apartment stairs. You have a problem of walking in night. Be cautious, he remembered the words of the doctor. And he realised that the park, the grave and Jacob was a dream. It was all a dream.

He felt warm blood from his head running down his cheek. He knew he was dying. The man which he killed is killing him now. The pain was killing him. He’s going to die.

I’ll kill you one day, he remembered the words of the monk.

And, the dream killed him. The killing dream.

By Aswin Raj Jhingade