I tried to comfort Uma to the best of my abilities, but somehow I didn't sound convincing as I myself was shaken, hearing the news.
Uma was inconsolable, and went on sobbing. "Hey, tell me what's wrong?" I asked finally. "Does Aran still keep asking for his mother, or what?"
Uma finally stopped crying, took a couple of minutes to regain her composure, and then replied softly, "It's much worse than that, Jay. His behavior is pretty weird. I... I don't know how to explain, but... but..." she broke off.
I gave her some time, and after a while she went on, "Well, you see, Jay, Aran alternates between periods of normalcy and delusion."
She sniffed and continued, "He suddenly goes into a trance, repeating, 'I want to go to mother,' over and over again. Then, when mom comes to him, he yells at her, 'You're not my mother, you're a witch,' after which mom bursts into tears. Dad's livid and keeps him confined to his room."
"Jeez!" I exclaimed in disgust. "How can your father do that?"
"And that's not all," she went on. "Last night something really weird happened. You see, I was passing by Aran's room. The lights were switched off. But the door was slightly ajar, and I could see him sitting on a chair, talking to himself.
I was curious and tiptoed into the room. I felt an eerie sensation as soon as I entered into the room. A feeling of iciness crept upon me. I felt cold all over, as though the temperature had dropped down to freezing point."
"Go on," I urged.
"Aran was sitting there all alone," she continued. "He was staring at a vacant chair, talking softly to himself, waving his hands about, as if he was in deep conversation with someone. Then I heard a girl's muffled laugh. 'Tee-hee'. I was panic stricken."
"What," I exclaimed. "You must have been mistaken."
"No," she replied. "There was no mistaking, I heard the laugh clearly. And then I heard it again. It was an unearthly laugh. Despite the chills running through my body, I found myself sweating. I gave a gasp of horror.
Aran, who had so far not noticed me, turned his head to look at me. His eyes had a glazed look. His face held a blank expression. He glanced at me for a split second, swung his head back to vacant chair, and continued speaking to himself.
I mean, he just sat there, staring at the chair, talking softly, nodding every now and then, while I stood frozen. My blood was running cold.
He then, turned and looked at me again, 'You know, Uma,' he said in a toneless voice, 'I have another sister. She's sitting there, in that chair. Would you like to say hello?'
I opened my mouth but could not answer. Words did not come out. Suddenly I heard a ghastly giggle from above. Aran jerked his head sharply towards the ceiling, 'Will you stop that?' he hissed, 'And get back to your chair.'
I felt something whizz past me. I wanted to scream out in terror. A smile slowly formed on Aran's lips, 'Don't worry, Uma,' he whispered. 'You will not be harmed. You are the only one who understands me in this house. But please do not let out my secret... that I have another sister.'"
Uma broke off, and was silent for a couple of seconds.
"I stood there transfixed," she said finally. "I... I felt tears roll down my cheeks. Oh, Jay, my brother has gone completely mad!"
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Horror At The Cove ( #Paranormal )Horror
An old cottage on a desolate cove holds morbid secrets! Four friends, on a weekend break at the cottage, find their lives thrown into a turmoil when they are confronted by evil spirits. Can they ex...