At night, I was sitting at hall having the fruits kept at the wicker basket, and after that I retired to my room. I was glaring at the towers, I leaned on my right at the window frame, the towers were silent, however, it seemed that there would some communication between us. I was getting anxious about the place, I had dreamt of these towers' numerable times, this is the time, I am facing it for real, and there is a woman, and from the top, when I envisioned this obnoxious dream, the woman was there.
Today, when I had the blurry vision at the lawn, there was the same woman emitting out of the bonfire. I felt the tidal of emotions surging in me, I need to breathe it in. I was glaring at the towers bathed in moonlight, staring at me. I felt the music pinging, the music seemed like a faint song coming from those obnoxious towers. The woods shadowing the towers seemed to stand in an array, ready to march and attack. I remembered what Satish had told few hours ago, those spirits are confined in their boundaries, so they won't come here. Those boundaries were set up by the tribal people so that those despicable souls could help them or achieve their wishes. However, I need to prepare to move to that repugnant towers, when the lemon was pulped, there was a meaning conveyed by those spirits, they wanted to welcome me. They want to compromise with me or make peace with me. I knew that, they have something else in their minds, and they don't want to negotiate, they wanted to kill me. They want me to come in terms with them, or they will kill me, as I had studied, these souls were captured by the native tribes for their selfish deeds, and they too satisfied the needs of the unholy souls by giving them massive sacrifices, that is human and animal sacrifices.
The native tribes deserted the place, the now the souls were confined here without any source. They didn't attack Satish, as he was of tribal blood, while his servants were slain or missing, I guess the former is right. The cadaver of those unfortunate servants wasn't traced, so there are no sufficient proofs that they were galloped by the spirits. However, the truth will always remain truth no matter what.
The towers were the monarchy of those unholy spirits, I felt like rigor mortis sets in my body, perhaps I felt like my soul is leaving my body, as I glared at the towers. They wanted to communicate with me or pull the life source out of my body. My mind was getting feeble looking at the tower, and in case I die looking at the towers, the coroner will not be certain about the reasons of my death. The post-mortem or autopsy may confirm the death due to Nyctophobia. I may pop my clogs anytime, my cadaver would be devoured by the obnoxious spirits, they may not cremate me. I would say in non-chalant or unconcern way, I may shuffle-off, but you need to try to fight the odd, before death.
I began to imagine odd visions a hearse arriving to carry by body in a coffin, there were people holding their turbans and hats, and holding it to their chest, the pallbearers holding the coffin. Later I found myself on the promontory, and below there were sharp rocks and boulders, which were hit by the sea waves, and I saw the full moon in the cloudless sky. The moon light bathed the sea and the rocks, and I could hear faint sobbing cramming the air. I could feel the agony, grieving invading the air around me, I was getting the obnoxious feeling of the loathsome, horrible things around me. Those evil spirits would kill me naturally or homicide or perhaps provoking me to do suicide. The obnoxious feeling in me rose, the towers communicated with my mind and soul, they wanted to convey me a sombre message to stay away from here. I felt like sclerosis for a while, however, I was assured that, these obnoxious souls are inept to cross the boundaries. The turbid place wants to threaten me to stay out of their business, but now I can't turn back, and I will go to that place no matter what happens. Those spirits want to asphyxiate or decapitate me for a while, but that wasn't easy for them.
I came out of illusion. As it was summer, so I ordered for a lemon cordial, and after that, I went to slumber. That night I was heavily dreaming about the towers.
