The rain poured so loud that Rahul had to turn up the volume of his iPod, Chester Bennington screaming his heart out in his ears. His parents, who had went to attend a meeting, would return by next morning. Rahul was a shy guy. He had an incredible talent of drawing but he felt wierd showing it to his parents. Finally, he was alone, he could paint out his thoughts on the dusty canvas lying in his closet. He took it out, set it up near the window, picked up a pencil and got ready to draw. BUT nothing came to his mind. Lightning shined outside, lighting up his room, followed by a boom so loud, it could raise the dead from their graves. Rahul shivered and then chuckled at himself. 'Damn! I am 18 and got scared of lightning. Wimpy me'. His hand raised, the pencil touched the canvas and he began to draw. He was not sure yet what it was but stroke after stroke, a human figured appeared, just a sillouhette. It was a female, with a head bent towards the right, too bent. He picked up the eraser to correct this. The eraser slipped out of his hand. He bent to pick it up and suddenly felt a presence, just outside the window, a female with a head bent towards the right, too bent. He stood upright abruptly. Looked out of the window, just rain, and a pigeon, trying to hide under a extrusion near the front gate with no luck. Rahul shivered again, he was thirsty, and sweating, even though the weather was cold. He dropped the drawing idea and went to get some water. He poured some, into a glass from the purifier. The glass touched his lips and then rang the doorbell. He got startled and dropped the glass, the water spilled on the floor, the glass banged thrice before coming to a stop. Rahul felt an unusual fear grip him. Slowly, he started for the main door. Trying to calm himself down. 'Its just a doorbell stupid, must be something I ordered online.'
He put his hand on the doorknob, almost turned it open but then stopped and said loudly, trying to sound confident,' Who's there?'
'Its me',came a whisper.
The knob turned, he tried to resist but the door turned opened, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, he looked down, a hand was going through him, blood oozing out, he struggled to breathe. He looked forward, a female was standing, with a head bent towards right, too bent.
'It's me', she whispered...
