Science says that the Iris is strongly pigmented , with the colours typically ranging between brown, hazel, green, grey or blue. But supernatural says that the iris of a person, after death can be pitch black to scare the daylight out of you. Crazy...
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Dark clouds had started covering the stars of the night sky, as my wall clock indicated that it was Eleven past fifteen. I could hear Adrian's hasty breathing from the other side of the phone, as he rummaged through the stack of files of the drawer 3-A. I stared at the light illuminating from the laptop screen in front of me and took a sip of the coffee which was kept on the table next to the bed. After a while, he sighed in defeat. "Sir, they're not over here!" No sooner did I hear those words, than I exclaimed in surprise. "What?!" "I am speaking the truth, Sir. They are nowhere to be seen."
"Search again." I ordered him and leaned back on the pillow behind me. "They have to be there." Worry was written all over my face as I my eyes were staring at the bold letters written on the screen: Eva Santiago. "No sign of them at all, Sir Adrian exclaimed again as I heard the drawer close with a 'thud'. It was impossible. "How could the papers disappear without a trace? I cannot understand any of this." I spoke out, particularly to no one. "It's really very strange." Adrian answered me. I sighed.How did things turn out to be this tough? "What are we going to do now, Mr. Lawson?"Ignoring Adrian's question, my mind raced back three days ago, when Roset Santiago came rushing to my doorsteps, her silver hair swaying and slapping violently against her face on that windy afternoon. She was dressed in a pleated skirt of a lighter shade of grey and blouse of bright pink. The reason for her to rush to my house urgently was that they had moved to the place a week before and she wanted to contact a psychologist as fast as possible for her younger sister, Eva Santiago. Eva Santiago was an eleven year old girl, who decided to isolate herself completely after their parents death in a fatal car crash. Grief stricken- she stopped speaking to their aunts and other relatives and would often face her anger and hostility. The death of their parents had turned Eva's life completely to another chapter. Cold, hostile, aggressive and antisocial. These were no doubt the symptoms of Schizophrenia, which put her through a lot of emotional changes. Of course I went the next day to check on the little girl, but out of anger she did not even let me speak to her properly. Again on day two, I went to check on her again, yet another failure. On day three, spending another evening after another useless attempt to converse with Eva, Roset gave me her sister's previous medical reports. Thinking I would check them at night, I had kept them in my office. But now since they had disappeared, thing would get reall- "Sir??" Adrian's question over the cellphone cut my train of thoughts and snapped me back to reality. His voice had a little tone of worry in it. "Yes Adrian, I'm right-" This time, it was sudden, uninvited knock that cut my sentence. My eyes tensed a little and my eyebrows had formed 'V'. Someone was knocking on my bedroom door. "Adrain." I called out to him in a very serious tone. "We'll check out the files tomorrow.You can go home now" I heard another knock on the door which confirmed that I wasn't hearing noises. "Okay, Sir. Goodnight"He ended the call, leaving me and the unknown sound alone. My eyes were still on the wooden brown door, staring at it with great intensity. A moonbeam passing through the window next to my bed fell on the door, making it more visible to my eyes. It was strange because uncle Lennart had a meeting in Lisbon, and said he would stay a night there. And the knock came again. This time it was slightly louder unlike the previous ones which were light. I stood up alert, as the sounds started becoming faster. Aware of the presence outside my room I started taking slow and small steps, not trying to make the person aware of my movements. While walking over to the door, I had taken out my rifle from the near drawer and walked until the right side of my body was pressing against the door. I tried to breathe slowly, not to make any noise but it seemed my heart was hammering against my chest with excitement which made my breathing irregular and fast. Finally I took a deep breath calming my nerves and flung the door outwards, making it open. My other hand immediately held the gun, pointing into the direction of the person. But to my surprise, there was no one.
