On a dark stormy sunday night, Nish was driving his car with the radio playing.
"Do you think they will like our gift?" Asked Stella, his wife.
They were going to an engagement function of their friend.
"Yes, for the millionth time" You see Nish was not a very rude man , but with his wife asking him the same question every ten minutes , his petrol running very low , the raging storm outside , not to mention the recent news from the radio - "a serial killer named Carl escaped from the mental asylum " - made him quite grumpy.
As if on cue ,their car broke down.
"Can this night get any worse?" Thought Nish.
little did he know.
" We are going to be late!" Exclaimed stella. She glanced at her watch, 11pm already.
Gathering his last piece of patience, Nish sighed , explaining to Stella that he has to go walk to the nearest house to phone one of their friends to come and get them.
"So you're going to leave me alone? At this time of the night?"
" I'll be back before you know it, honey. Just lay on the floor of the car , or, you can come with me risking to ruin your dress in the muddy rain."
That seemed to shut Stella up, " Fine, I'll stay. But how will I know it really is you when you are back? I know! You have to knock three times on the car window. Only then will I open the door!"
Nish was looking at nothing at particular.
Was he even listening to her?
"Nish!"
"Huh?"
Stella rolled her eyes. Will he ever take anything seriously?
"Three knocks." She said
Nish chuckled at his wife's silly antics but nevertheless agreed. "Three knocks " he echoed before opening the car door and stepping out in the storm to find the nearest house.
As soon as her husband stepped out of the car, Stella lied down on the floor of the car, if anyone from outside saw the car, it would appear as if no one is inside.
So there she was , sweaty , scared and impatient. It had been thirty minutes since Nish had left and still didn't return.
"Where is he?" Wondered Stella.
Just then a sound broke her train of thoughts . And it was coming from the top of the car.
Three . Slow. Knocks.
Who was it?
It could be Nish.
But from the top of the car? Surely not.
Knocks turned into thuds ,growing more and more aggressive as time passed.
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
It took all of her might not to scream.Praying for Nish to just get back.
Minutes turned into hours and before she knew it , sunlight beamed on her face.
And Nish was still not back.
She didn't sleep. She couldn't sleep. How could she sleep when her husband was somewhere? Somewhere she didn't know.
The thumping sound had stopped hours ago. But now a new sound filled her ears.
Somewhat sounded like police car sirens.
" Mam, please step out of the vehicle"
A police man opend the car door, hurriedly but gently lead her out of the car with each of his hand on each of her shoulders not allowing her to turn back.
She noticed the huge number of vehicles surrounding her. Even some media reporters.
" what was happening?"
The police kept repeating the same words "dont look back"
But as soon as she stepped inside the police car, her curiosity got the best of her, and she looked back.
She couldn't breath at the sight in front of her.
Her husband hanging from a tree, on top of their car, a rope around his neck, his face blue.
"NI-"she fainted.
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A/N: Hi! So please note that this is my first story.
And I basically take writing as a hobby so I'm just writing this to pass my time during quarantine.
If you are up for thriller stories then this is your jam!
Please comment! I dont mind constructive criticism.
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THANKYOU FOR READING!
