He turned back swiftly. The tape was still playing? Who on
earth added “Help Me” in the recording?
He ran to the table... and switched the walkman off.
‘Help Me!’ He heard again.
Who was that? The player was off. Then who was speaking?
Albert looked around suspiciously.
‘Help Me! Please Help ME!’
The whispers grew louder and louder but they weren’t threatening. They
were pleading.
‘Help Me!’ He still had no clue from where were those
whispers coming. Then…
BANG!
He heard a banging of a door.
Bang! Bang! Bang! … It continued.
‘Maybe, someone was trapped in one of the rooms…’ Albert
thought. That would explain the falling voices. He walked toward the banged
door.
Bang! Bang! Bang! … It grew fast and he reached the spot.
From where the banging was coming, made his hairs stand straight.
The Jammed Door.
As he stood in front of it... the banging ceased!
‘How can it be possible?’ his mind gasped. This door was
jammed that morning.
With shaking palms, he clutched the handles and pushed it
with a jerk...
It OPENED!
Albert gazed at the moon lit interior. But the room was
empty! No Way! If No one’s here, then who was banging the door?
Trembling like a vibrator, he walked in. The room was
covered in ash. The walls, which originally were of lighter color, had black
soot on them. A burned bed was placed in
a corner, with a burned teddy bear, resting on the pillow. Floor was scattered
with burned remains of toys, a soot covered doll, half horse and others who
were damaged beyond recognition.
He was more than sure that the room belonged to a child.
Half molten crayons were piled in a corner. The room wasn’t cleaned after what
happened there. He saw the whole area in disgust and sorrow then a drop of
sweat rolled down his neck.
He noticed....The room had become incredibly hot. And in a
minute...
The Whole area was on fire!