Still horrified, struggling to breathe, she couldn't yet convince herself of what had happened.
She could see Mr. John glued to the ceiling. His lips were covered with blood, probably of Sarah's; which he seemed to be licking like his favorite pickle.
Natasha was now looking at Sarah's limbs, which looked as if it had been cut with knife a hundred times....or may be with razor sharp nails of a witch, but it didn't matter. Because she saw what it was. Besides her severed head, there it was, the weapon of murder.
Yes you guessed it right. A. Bloody. Selfie stick.
Mr. John was now was slithering his way towards Natasha like a lizard. He was on the wall and slowly descending down towards Natasha, hissing like a snake.
Natasha quickly grabbed her mobile and dashed out of the living room.
"We have to talk Miss Natasha" a voice much like a snake made it's way to her.
She was running for her room. Her bed had a secret compartment where she usually hid while playing hide and seek. The compartment was well ventilated and was big enough to fit 5 sumo wrestlers. She could still hear the slithering sound following her. She entered the room and tightly closed the door behind her.
The sound of Mr. John moving around was audible.
She quickly opened her contacts to call for help, but it only had one name 'Yash Chowdhary'.
She could not remember when was the last time she had talked to Yash. 5-6 years?? Would she call him? Especially after what had happened between their dads?
Yeah. She did.
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Mission Almost Impossible- Curse of the Esiurc
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