Oneshots!

14| Scepticism

His feet tapped the floor impatiently, waiting for the lift to come down. It's already an hectic day for him, adding to that the lift also took more than required time to descend down.

He opened the top two buttons of his shirt loosening his tie. His shoulder slouched on one side by the weight of his laptop bag. It's not the laptop, but the hours he carried it amidst of hundreds of people in the bus bumping and colliding with others, he found it difficult to reach his home in one piece.

Ding...

The lift indicated it's presence at the ground floor making him to sigh in relief. Throwing a smile at the neighbour, he pressed his floor number.

"Tired?"

He nodded slightly.

"That's it. Today you're coming to our home for coffee"

"What?? No uncle. I'll come some other time"

"When? You're saying this from past three months. Seeing your face, I can easily conclude you're going to hit your bed directly. Strong coffee will do wonders my boy... Your aunty will be happy if you come over there"

He looked reluctant to agree to that offer "But..."

"No but's... No one is waiting for you at your home"

He gulped at his words "Ok uncle"

All the tiredness flew away like the uncle said by taking few sips of aunty's special coffee. Same like he drinks everyday.

"Uncle is lucky to get this  wonderful strong coffee everyday" He said with a tinge of mischief.

"I am lucky to get her" The uncle laughed while aunty blushed even at this age.

"Soon you'll get one for yourself my boy"

He smiled at that wish. A part of his heart said otherwise. Bidding a quick bye he reached his flat. Pushing the key inside the keyhole, he twisted opening the lock. Other than the flipping sound of the key there was no other sound was heard. Fortunately or unfortunately his flat was at the corner.

Curling, uncurling his fist he twisted the knob of the door. The door creaked open. Gulping he set his foot inside. As soon as his both feet stepped inside, the door closed automatically and got locked. As a matter of fact lights came on giving life to the dark flat.

Calming down his shuddering heart, he chanted himself 'This was normal. Everyday it happens like that. There's no harm'

Throwing the laptop bag on chair, he sprang on the nearby sofa. Next moment he jolted up from his lying position. He gasped when his shoes are taken off. His eyes widen like saucers, when his shocks followed the suit.

His vision followed the way of shoes. It flew through the hallway and settled itself on shoe rack neatly. Gulping the saliva he rounded his big eyes throughout his flat. A sound of door opening heard. Frantically glancing at the source of sound he debated whether to check the place or not. Because the sound was from kitchen. Heart beats picked up it's pace beating like it was exposed to boiling hot water. Before his heart could decide, the door closed.

He let his eyes to wander around the hall to find any unusual thing but found none.

'Everything was like before' He assured himself and next moment he hopped back on the seat when a glass of cold chill water came infront of him. It floated on air sending chill down his spines. With trembling hands and parched throat, he held the glass.

His eyes fervently searched for the presence of human but it returned empty visoned. Cupping the glass with his both palms, scared to let it down he gulped all the content. He clutched it to his dear life. Whom was he kidding? He felt someone pulling it from his hold. Fearing by the worst he left the hold and expected it to kiss the ground and scatter into pieces devastating it's perfect shape. The broken sound didn't came. He peeked opening his eyes only then he realised he closed his eyes in fear.