There was
nobody at home but me. It was night and they were yet to return. I was fighting
off sleep and trying to keep myself awake.
The phone
rang once and by the time I picked up the landline, the line went dead.
I glanced
at the clock, for it was late. Just as I glanced up, the clock struck 12'. I
glanced at the clock and then at the door.
"Why
on earth were they so late? Why was the mobile not reachable?"
I glanced
back at the book but the silence seemed to resound too loudly. Not liking the
silence around me, I decided to put on the TV.
I
switched it on ,only to find a blank screen. The silence seemed to mock at
time. I began to remember the horror movies
I had seen. An unexplainable fear began to assail me.
I began
chanting all prayers that I knew in my head and headed for the kitchen to grab
a bottle of water.
I stepped
into the kitchen and grabbed the door of
the fridge. I pulled hard but the door refused to open. It seemed as though
someone was pulling it from inside.
Shaken, I
quickly left the fridge and made my way back.
On the
way, my glance fell on the mirror and my reflection in it. I looked different
and something seemed to be changing . I could feel a figure looming behind me.
It seemed to slowly creep forward.
I made a
dash back into the kitchen. There was a puddle of water on the floor. I
slipped, fell and hit my head on the floor.
Thud.
With my
hand on my head and with a groan, I groggily opened my eyes.
It was a
dream. I had fallen off the sofa. Shaken by the dream, I sat back on the sofa
and tried to calm my racing heart.
The phone
rang and I rushed to pick it up, hoping they were on the way. But by the time I
reached there, the line went dead.
I
returned and just as I glanced at the clock, and the clock struck 12'....
De'javu
or was it?