Fear... For the first Time

So, What were the Voices?

‘Patter! Tatter! Patter! Patter! Tatter…’ things fell on the first floor.

Albert gave a giggle of mischief. ‘The falling object trap’… activated automatically after the flying sheet one. At least this should raise a curiosity in that young mind.

‘See... Winds.’ She concluded the same again.

So she won’t go up there because of sounds. Albert had plan B.

‘I was wondering, maybe upper floors receive more light than this one.’ He advised and looked the girl with twinkle in his eyes.

‘Possible. Let’s go.’ She agreed at once and they climbed the stairs for upper level.

It was definitely brighter than down one. They sat on the floor. The place was, without any doubt, beautiful. 

Albert rolled a quick sight all around the area. Yes, no windows were opened.  When that girl will saw things fallen and no way for the entry of wind…. Suspicion will gain its roots.

Now, he had to bring the broken and fallen things into her notice. So, his eyes went to the shelf where the threads were laid. And what he saw… gave him experience of an earthquake in his boots.

The things on shelf were as they were at morning. Not even a single thing displaced. He came towards it and found that the wire had detached from its location.

‘So, this thing went wrong on its own.’ He said grumpily to himself and then a question erased all his disappointment and replaced it with shock.

If nothing fell, where did the sound came from? He was sure both of them had heard them.  If it was not his plan, then what was it?  He himself has seen windows closed.

A chill ran through his body. For the first time in his life, this “fear master” was experiencing fear. Could it be possibly something that belonged to the other world? He felt a little tremor in his hands.

His mind could clearly portray a poltergeist. A six handed mummy, with a knife stabbed through his forehead, playing rock n roll with invisible objects.

He walked away from the shelf, in utter astonishment. He knew he was sweating like an athlete after 4oo meters run. But his heart had stopped beating. He could see a transparent hand playing with his hairs.  Even though he was aware it was all his imagination running wild… he just couldn’t help it.

Now he could understand how each of his targets must have felt. That swallowing of courage at that time was what made him realize their situation. Suddenly……

Craaaaaaaaaak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Author's Note

To Be continued...
By Whom was he actually attacked?

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[Emunah June.]

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