I stood up and walked towards the door to open it , When the old door opened, I saw a small girl, about 4 feet 5 inches tall. Her eyes twinkled like bright stars in the night. Her long, thick hair was black as a crow's feathers, flowing down her back. She wore a plain white dress that glowed softly, like it was made of moonlight. She seemed magical, like she came from a fairy tale. When she spoke, her voice was sweet and gentle, like an angel's song, making me feel warm inside. She took a step closer, her tiny feet hardly touching the ground, and gave me a smile that felt full of old, secret magic."Brother, Let's go to the market to grab a lollipop" she was none other than my little sister "Angel", she said these words and made a face that no-one can ever reject , but I was cold-Hearted you know so i said "Sorry Angel, but today I am a little busy you see so, can we go some other time"
What a terrible mistake I made when I blurted out those silly words! The little girl, who I thought was a sweet angel with eyes sparkling like stars and long, thick black hair flowing like a dark stream, turned into a wailing monster. Her crocodile tears poured out like a river, flooding my room and soaking my books and bed. I waved my hands like a nervous wizard, begging, "Please, hush, stop crying, or Mo—" But before I could finish, heavy footsteps boomed through the house, like a giant stomping into a battle arena. A spooky chill swirled around my door, making my body shake like a leaf in a storm and my heart pound like a blacksmith hammering iron.
Then, she appeared—my mother, a towering figure with thick black hair like a sorceress's cloak, her eyes blazing with fury. In her hand was the legendary Chappal, the Slippers of Doom, feared by every Asian kid (I don't know if other continent mothers use it or not, so I only used asian) for its power to crush courage with one smack! Her gaze snapped to my sobbing sister, then to me, and I knew I was doomed. She hurled the first Chappal like a speeding arrow, but I dodged it like a clever thief, grinning for a split second. Then—poof!—she conjured another slipper from some dark mom magic, flinging it straight at me. It hit me hard, and I froze, paralyzed for three whole minutes, defeated by the mighty Slippers of Doom as my soggy room echoed with my sister's sniffles.
In those 3 minutes my mind forgot where I was , what was this place but after 3 minutes I became conscious again and saw a face looking at me with a pitty full eyes , it was my mother she said - "If you didn't made you'r sister cry nothing like this would have happened-" and she began with a speech telling me what i should avoid to do so she don't get angry,
Oh no, I forgot my introduction , sorry i forgot that there were people watching me, so my name is Goldy an 18 year old JEE aspirant (an exam conduct all over india for Engineering stundents who took science as there stream to apply for top Engineering collages) this my house and I live with my mother an sister , I do have a big brother but he lives canada and my dad , he left for work on June 12, 2018, promising to return for dinner but he never did, vanishing without a trace from Panchkulas silent streets. So , this is my life - a life of a loser and an average student.
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JW marriott , Top floor. {Time - 23:00 IST, 23 august 2021, Monday}
"Did you manage to find him yet" an old man in traditional robe asked the man kneeling infront of him
"No, my Lord, not yet," the kneeling man whispered, his voice trembling.
A heavy, eerie aura swallowed the room, so thick it pressed down on the two men like a dark fog. The air grew tight, and the kneeling man sank slightly into the floor, as if the ground itself couldn't bear the weight of the moment. Shadows danced on the walls, twisting into strange shapes that seemed to watch. Then, slowly, the suffocating aura faded, like a storm passing in the night.
"It's fine," the older man said, his voice calm but sharp, "but find me soon, understand?"
"Yes, my Lord," the kneeling man replied, his words barely a breath. In a blink, he vanished, melting into the air like a ghost, leaving no trace he'd ever been there.
The old man turned to the window, his eyes glinting under the dim light. Outside, cars honked, their lights flashing like fireflies, while stars speckled the dark sky. He stroked his beard with a slow, deliberate hand, a faint smile curling his lips. "How long will you hide from me?" he murmured, his voice low and chilling. Then, a soft, eerie laugh echoed through the room, as if the shadows themselves joined in.