By Zara Mansoor.
It was darkened shadowy night in which I was up late reading under a study lamp, just book was getting the clear shine of lamp, except that part the whole area of the room was facing the dim drab uneasy night. After some time I closed the book, switched off the lamp and intruded into the quilt.
With the one closed eye I was observing everything, It was felt to me like there was someone in the room, there was not only me. The displayed scenery was really tremendous that haunts me until now.
It was a mysteriously dark night. I was in my home with my cousins, that day and everyone was sleeping except me and my one cousin. My sleeping schedule was about to begin. I was too much hungry, so asked him to bring something to eat from a nearby market. It was my maiden loneliness at home for which I wished many times. My claim, of being hard nut to crack, was about to exposed in a trembling manner. He instructed me to close the door as he left for market, so I did accordingly.
When I was in my bed again, I was all attentive to each and every voice from courtyard. The panic started as I heard rattling sound outside my room. My mind related that sound to many tangible and intangible creations which seem horrible. Within a minute, I was sweating badly and praying. I realized that presence of my caring parents was like a great blessing and shelter from evil things. But they were far away attending some event. The wish of being alone at home turned into breathtaking horror. I was keep thinking as it was my last day in the world.
The worst was yet to come. During my keen observation about audible changes of courtyard, I felt asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I found my cousin sitting beside me in aggressive mood. He told me that he knocked at door many times but there was no response from my side. He had to jump over the wall in order to be within the house.
I came out of bedroom and realized that it was the sound of fierce wind and dry leaves of tree which made an innocent child to think about devil.
“Zara Mansoor is a student of media studies and based in Islamabad. She is an article writer, blogger and contributes to various magazines. She can be reached at email@example.com“