Ann and I

12.Who Was That!

It must be a dream and I am about to wake up . it's..... It's.......terrible .. These... Spirits in hoards..on the twisted limbs of the trees . The putrid smell of death and decay that overwhelms... The shadows moving around me.... No.... Just a dream.... I should wake up..... The woman..her silhouette.. ... The ghost.... sitting over the wall right opposite to me must be a..... Goddammn... Dream... a bad dream...... Her hair covering her face.. Her feet dangling in air... All a..all of it . Terrible nightmare... I am waiting to wake up... Move... I tell myself.... Move Ann..!!!! Move!!!!!! . Just a step... Turn around and run...move... Oh god oh god... Let me move a bit... . My heart sinks down. Feet are laden, stuck to the ground. It is a nightmare. The fog, the rain, the berries turning my tongue purple... I want to get up.... I do... And find myself next to granny..I... Can't move... Can't . The woman on the wall whimpers and .. And then. .. And then... the cold wave of panic started washing over me again and again... And I start trembling... Uncontrollable shivering..... I hold the branch tightly and try to gain control of this shivering...I hang my head down. An old ghost with a scarlet gash ripped open on his face and an eye out..he is milky... Translucent.... . Comes down.. on his limbs like a wicked lizard ... And he comes..crawling.. Near... I want to scream.... But nothing comes out... Nothing ....... Only silence panic ..... my voice has deserted me.I am Not even able to breathe just shake.... It feels like drowning in ice cold water. I can feel the dark fear.... . Spreading like a cold dark liquid tentacles on my body.... Seeping in my skin digging it's claws into me.. I am drowning in this fear... Can't breathe..... Sweat... The old man.. His eyes out.. Coming near. I smell blood... Stink of death.. I forgot to breathe. He comes near and circles around me. As if sniffing my fear... My heart plunges in cold ice. He is as real as his stink... Rottening skin.. bones... Peeping.. I am sinking down... He is so near.... So very near... The fear clutches my heart squeezing it hard and it Wud burst. I am dying and I know it. He raises his long rottening finger at me brings it close... Closer and closer. . The others sit silent... Waiting.... So many of them...... Rage, hatred, panic, malice... Their emotions reach me... Cold, very cold waves.. The sweet face of my grandma floated jus for a moment before my eyes.. I Can feel..her... Grandma... My heart sobs... But no voice comes out none just sweat cold and... Tears.. . The end.. I accept. Whatever comes.
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A blood curdling scream jolts my eyes open. The ghost is gone..ANNNN.. Aaannnnnnn..... It's ken VOICE!!!! ... Somehow it triggers the panic button and I bolt into a run. I am running for my life..... Screaming like a deranged maniac.... Shrieking my lungs out and running as I have never run before. The wind... Is screaming past me.. Hurting me but I am running madly towards the voice I have heard. The thorny bushes brush against me, cutting me and but I feel nothing.. No direction..no sense... Just shrieks of an animal in the air.. The stench gagging me.... I run.. Ken would help... Where is he??? I hear him... But I see fog only... And shrieks... Maddening screams..... guttural noises.. Groans of pain... And someone screaming in the agony of death.... Cries of helplessness Someone behind me....without thinking I look back... Noone... Silence.. I turn my head..look ahead... The wall... The wall.. The wall of the school!!! I just have to climb back... Just reach there.. Oh god!!! Please let me reach that wall.. I sprint with my heart in my mouth... I have to reach the wall and never ever. Ever come back here.. Ever...
Wham!!!!!!!! Looking at the wall. I have lost my focus and rammed my head into a.... Into an epitaph, a tombstone or something and I came crashing down. The fall took the wind out of me knocking me very hard. The pain is unbearable and warm blood trickles out of my forehead blurring my vision...but there is no time . I close my eyes. To wipe the blood and take a step. Exactly at the same time something by my left moves in the grass. A hissing sound... I clamp my mouth....for I can see this something and it is so distinct that it can not be a ghost.... It's a human!!! His back is turned to me and he is bending on something. God gracious I am saved!!!! I remove my hand and try to blurt out the word help!!!! That time only he stands up and turns.. To me. And I in my life.. Till now... Have never seen This!!
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An old man with a gaunt face black lines of tears on his face... And in his hand... He holds the limp body of a....... I can't believe... The carcass of a peacock!!!! The beautiful blue green shining plumes scattered around on the ground. The long graceful neck grotesquely twisted ... The graceful body limp... The most beautiful bird... The king of birds.. my eyes travel to the man.... .at that time only .. the poor bird FLUTTERS and struggles for release. It's alive!!!.......... And then.
That man takes a bite of its head and his mouth is filled . With blood... My scream gets jumbled with the death agonies of the bird and a streak of lightening... I am running like a maniac.......... The wall... The wall.