MATHEMATICIAN. (The Quest).

The Horror.

I was walking through the curb side of the secluded road; I looked at the watch ticking at past eleven. The place was getting secluded, and an eerie silence was groping the ambience, there was something eerie in that place, and after moving ahead, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind. I swirled back, but there was none other, than the sounds of nattering of creatures, and the flickering street lamps. I shrugged my shoulder, and moved ahead, however, the sounds stared concurrently with my footsteps, and I stopped. The mysterious footsteps too stopped, I turned in a jiffy, but to my vain there was nothing.

I was surprised, and roared, "Hello!!! Who's there?" The eerie silence replied to my question, I took a sharp breath, and turned moving ahead. The footsteps amplified again in parallel with my footsteps, the hair at the nape of my neck stood, and I turned back again. I roared again at the vacuum but there was none. "I am making a mistake hearing these damn voices. "What a howler am I?" I murmured, and I moved ahead. However, I was perspiring in the frosty weather, as the sound of footsteps resumed. I began to sprint so to confirm the footsteps following me is real; however, to my surprise the footsteps seem to run. After a while I stopped, as I was heaving heavily, I stooped holding my knees, I was gasping, and then, I stood straight, but I was gasping lowly, and turned slowly backwards.

There was no one, I shouted, "What the fu...."Strong hands groped my throat, I hold those hand firmly to shove it, but it was firm, I looked at the dark figure, she was a scary woman clutching my neck, she was dressed in white robes, with ragged hairs, covering her left eyes, she didn't had pupils, and her lips were reddish with sharp teeth like a fox, and she was snarling at me. The banshee charged me against the tree, darkness began to envelop my eyes, and I began chanting the name of God in choking voice. I was successful in freeing my neck from those hideous clutches, I pushed the witch stiffly, that she fell on the road in prostate position.

In a flash, I remembered, as I heard various stories about uncanny creatures from my family members, and I wrote many stories on them, I knew that the chanting of God's name had made her weak. She jerked her head up towards me; she stood effortlessly, pawing her sharp claws in the air. She was charged towards me, but I resumed chanting the Holy Hymns, and thus she staggered back.