The haunted past

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"Run....."

"run faster...!!! " footsteps approaching....

It was a dark corridor....two doors ahead.

"Sara.....go through the second door and hide under the piano....faster baby...dont look back"

gaspless whispers in my ears. the temperature kept falling low. 

"no..no Im scared" My tears rolled down and I held his hand tighter.

"please sara..listen to me. Ill  be right back with you in no time,I promise!"

He gently pushed me but there was someone else there approaching the corridor othan than us........footsteps...

Deeper and silent breaths.

I hid under the table...and peeked what was going on outside.....

"Dont you dare, you witch!!! You wont succeed as long as my memory goes on!" He screamed out loud.

"haha......such a pity...." A women's sarcastic tone. But there was nobody there...or maybe it was too dark....

"But....only as long as your memory goes on....is it...? What is there is an end to it..?" the door to the entrance seemed to creak and closed....my heart beating faster.

"No....NO!" his voice seemed to reach the tips of my worst dreams.

swishh! A movement of black cloak... And I saw the man lay down.....motionless...blood all around.....And the house seemed empty.

"dad!!!!!!!!!" I broke down near the dead...cold body of my father....

The police lights and horns were outside......a lot of men with guns dashed in and looked around...

Mom saw the man lying down,bleeding and hugged me and and broke down...

For a second.....my eyes travelled to the end of the dark corridor......and I saw the women in the black cloak smile and move away... I cried more

"you promised.....you'll be back daddy...."

and I felt a million cold shreiks and jolted up to see my pillows wet

"you promised dad!!!' You promised.......... I broke down again.

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It still haunts me. At least that's how you feel when unexpected and un dreamt things just happen. Just like that. And it disappears like a wave from the conscious mind. Far,far away.

A dream. More like a nightmare.....




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