I saw the sun setting behind the mountains, the twilight sky and the wispy clouds made the landscape beautiful. I clicked the photos from my mobile phone. I retired to the house, and after dinner, I strolled around the sleepy town. I could see murky clouds in the sky shrouding the moon. I looked at Sunita's house, its rooms were illuminating, I looked at the kitchen, the window was shrouded by drapes. There was a shadow behind draperies, it was working, perhaps it is Sunita or Dai Aunty. I walked to the house. It was 21:45 hours, and today is my last day at this house, so I decided to stay long at night, as from tomorrow is a weekend, so I would be leaving for the town at the crack of the dawn. I began to read the books, and outside there was a furore of winds, as the clouds were murky, so I made a weather report that today it will be a stormy night, and so it was.
I was immersed in books, as the gale began. The gale was so strong there is a promise of a stormy night today. Later, I heard faint knock, which I always heard, and the lights went off. Thankfully, the hearth and the emergency lantern were up, so my immersion in books was not ruptured, and for the noise, I was accustomed to it. The old house, though it was sturdy, however, it made queer noises, it seemed that the house will be uprooted from its foundation. The gables, doors and the chimneys were making bizarre noises, as if they were tortured by the gale. I was shoved out of the books, and my thoughts wandered. I began to focus on the unnatural sounds in the house.
I knew that the night would be bizarre, and I did my homework thoroughly.
I lost interest in reading books. I opened the bottle to drink water, and I did the process. (In a nutshell, I was preparing to face the bizarre).
