END OF DAYS

Obsessed widowed mother searches her lost son ,captivated in incessant quest of her life and mystic cessation of her chase....

As I ascend after a deep sleep, I could not even move my toes, my fingers, could hardly move my head, breaths going slower than ever, nerves could hardly make me feel my own pulse which dropping drastically. Trying hard to move my eye lids slowly, but due to the blood clots around corners its been slight painful to open them .my vision is much blurred, I could hear many random noises around, in a moment I just figured an boy and he cocked the revolver and pointed the barrel right between my eyes. I could hardly move my shackled legs and hands…..in a moment. I saw all darkness

 

Regression

Are you sure? I mean are you sure this lift going to work, its been not in use for years. I just looked and Diane and chuckled.well..Indeed, its been over rusted, not just that hardly there had been any sign which will convince us enough to get inside. Still we can’t wait like this I and Diane both opened the the gateway of that hellish lift and got inside while slamming the door it was a chilling running down our warm spines till toes. Pressed the button for 7^th floor, Diane was frightened enough as I could see her

Hey..Stop acting as if you are a crazy. This is not the first time you and me freaking the s**t ..i am not that frightened as you are,all I know is we need to go there and see if we could find anything which could help, its been an abandoned building for some decades, who cares and who might have ever entered this s****y house? Happened to be some old commercial building years ago, like, my mom and dad said that way but they could never imagine that we would intend to step here.

The lift was s****y, slow as hell, the Cimmerian of corner to corner almost swallowed both of us,My breaths were normal but as the lift started its pace of going high. My slow breaths got small..all I could see is deep shadows overall of some oblitered things around each floor, shattered torn glasses papers all over. Old shelves with such damaged and fungus effected books and journals….with a smell of some rotten potato or meat…Diane was hugging me and almost suffocating me, don’t know what s wrong with this lady. She and I had been roaming quite a places of same ambiants,I never believe anything as dark entity even if their presence is there its just a matter of science, or I can say a it’s a science, you don’t visit your own home for an years of time ,revisit once than you get a feeling of someone’s proximity and a kind of presence, that’s what roams within your psychic boundary and we start assuming so many things. And in those things we do loose track of real and unreal and sometime even ourselves, nothing remains after obliteration, its just fades with the course of time even from prisons of memories which we held in our subconscious levels of thoughts, My own son had died years ago,I was widowed at the age of 23 and now I am 28 and my son just disappeared when he was some 8 years old and he never came back and I till that search him in places where I get my intuitions high enough, me and my divorced mother had filed complaints of his missing ,press was also involved but case been closed, they my son is been  declared to be dead, as his body was found one fine day but I was his mother though I knew it was not his body still I have confessed and informed that it was my own son,his half mutilated body parts were in front of me and I convinced falsely him to be my son and the case of my missing son been dramatically closed.

Diane was my best friend, its all she who had been staying near me in my dark days and till date we both were with each other to fight this incessant darkness revolving around our lives, after official declaration of his death me in my own started my investigation and searches.

The over shadowed lift slowly entered in 7^th floor. Nothing less than a gateway to hell, partly flashing electric tube lights and an endless loop of long corridor with few locked rooms side by side and also some shiny objects, nothing but some mirrors, looks like it happened to be some lodge. Diane opened the lift door, as soon as we stepped out with a shrecklike sound the lift went downwards.whoaaa….it went off. Diane chuckled as crazy.

I took out my torch,light it and walked ahead of that long corridor, I could remember one of the painting of my son where he draw a long corridor and finally he draw a room on extreme left of the corridor and marked it as red.Did he ever visited a similar place as this. Those paintings I discovered hidden in our hedges and after years of his disappearance in an gloomy summer I discovered them and I got to see the codes of his mind which he painted flawlessly over there.i had no idea who and why hidden those paintings inside bush,it looked like some hint by an anonymous shadow player to me,I thought of re open the case but that was not possible and i had very little ransom to take this decision,I had my own investigation. Went on searching of the building which he drew, building happened to be half oblitered and seven floored and there had been a large cemetery in the left of the backyard of building just near to that an lake of very large square feet say at least of 80 acres entirely. I kept on searching in internet and local references and also in libraries finally one of the referrer gave me the full detail of that building which been untouched for years ,there had been an flood which eventually obliterated that entire commercial building ,the name was Silver Era mansion managed by Adam weisland who had been suffering from mental breakdown ever since he had an fetal road accident. I had searched this guy privately,his wife had approached me when I had sneak pick in his residence and she was so adamant on his health issue that she restricted me to have a word with him.it was way too important for me to know the hidden answers behind each of sons paintings, and many more.I tried contacting Mrs weiseland but I had a bad luck ever since of my first visit. She had been ignoring my voice messages mails,

The oblitered fungus effected walls shown me a picture of how untouched and abandoned this fleet was.my legs were shivering enough .Diane I guess this is that door, I referred to my sons painting. Its the second last left door. We opened that half closed door much slowly, while entering the room. Its been covered with dust from ages. There were few furniture including a large table chair a fireplace and few journals in the shelves. Looked like it was a private office. Diane I both started searching if we could find anything useful which might help both of us to move further, :Look what I found here” There was an old cupboard just next to the chairs and luckily it could be opened ,she found an photo frame,its non but a family photo of Mr and Mrs Weiseland.How it could help us anyway? No wait, there is someone else in the background,a tall somewhat old guy standing near the Cadillac facing other side, probably the driver.well keep it,it might be of help. We again and again looked around the room, there is nothing more which could give me a breakthrough and give me some more dosses of curiosity.

We were tired enough,we left the place,we were got out of that hellish building with some more curiosity left over waiting to take us further.But suddenly an awkward incident took place and I could no longer stand where I was….and I loosed my senses and consciousness

 

As I ascend after a deep sleep, I could not even move my toes, my fingers, could hardly move my head, breaths going slower than ever, nerves could hardly make me feel my own pulse which dropping drastically. Trying hard to move my eye lids slowly, but due to the blood clots around corners its been slight painful to open them .my vision is much blurred, I could hear many random noises around, in a moment I just figured an boy and he cocked the revolver and pointed the barrel right between my eyes. I could hardly move my shackled legs and hands…..in a moment. I saw all darkness….. 

Reviews

[kmartell]

coming back, the darkness of this, the believability is strong in this is this based on some incident, and why the start and then break and then the ending with a gun placed at the character, or was it someone else? anyway, glad to have read it. will read some other as it is quite good. strong character.

[Saraswati]

Well yes..i liked your evaluation..a good reader always comes up with questions and critisism..end i left for readers to assume or decide..

[Saraswati]

I will extend the story.I was o cupied for a year.now will mk myself free nd pen down

[Double T]

This is a cool story. A mother searching for her son during the end of the world is great. You should write more stories like this, because they are fun to read, even if they are a little dark, but fun.

[Dollfreak]

Hmmm.
Yes it is

[Saraswati]

Dollfreak..dark literature apeal me more...and double tee..thank you..:) u had so much patience to read this story :')