orthodox

Revealing

I listened to music for a while. My father called to inform me that he will by away for another day. I wondered how I would spend another night alone. The doorbell rang, I thought it was the milkman but it was Shitij. I asked whether he forgot anything he said that he knew that I was hiding something from him. I gave in and revealed everything. He said this definitely is related to the lady above, and I agreed. He left, I got ready to run some errands. I walked downstairs and noticed that the watchman was missing and some suspicious man was staring at me. I left the building but the man followed me, I then went to search for the watchman and found him slipping some notes with something written in it near the hollow area before the wall guarding our building from the marshland. He looked exclaimed and guilty when I called him. I told him about the suspicious man and he told that he is the widower. I was really creeped and decided to just leave before he starts stalking me again. I returned home and my friends rang the doorbell. I was exhausted because of the long day I had visiting the bank,buying groceries , repairing my cell phone and doing the laundry. They bought some Chinese food and we relished every bit of it. Alex and Shitij had a conversation about my last night's confusing self haunting. Shitij went a step forward and researched about the woman upstairs. He said that the woman was extremely lonely and that her husband killed her child. Gerard interjected saying that he killed the baby because he was extremely stressed by work and couldn't afford another family member in this concrete jungle. Alex said that she suicided in her kitchen, her wrists were cut and she was found in a swirling thick bloody pool of blood. I was disgusted by that image in my head when Shitij said that her corpse was lying there for two days without anyone bothering to know her whereabouts. At this everybody had a chill run down their spine. We tried to connect the dots and figured that the blood dripping had something to do with the suicide spot exactly above my kitchen. But the mirror incident was completely irrelevant. I then talked about the widower stalking me Gerard gave a very aggressive look and said 'wassup with that old dude ?!' Alex told him to calm down and told me to stay away from him. Later that night we were all very stressed out so Shitij decided to slip in vodka that he sneaked from his elder friends, in our coca cola. We all got high and then I had a stupid idea of checking out what the watchman was slipping near the wall. So at midnight, we all went near that area and as we went downstairs, in the hollow dark area, we saw a few crosses placed on the tree branches and then below we saw the chits, we went upstairs as it was too dark and uncomfortable for us to read down there even when we were wasted. We went near the lobby and the paper were uniformly filled with names of various gods of various religions Jesus, Zeus,Allah,Ram, all were there. The orthodox watchman had not left a single finger space empty. Alex suddenly pushed me and said ' I want to peeeeeee', Shitij seemed to be unusually pleased with that. We went upstairs and I had forgotten to lock my main door, we entered and the widower, whose name after much research was revealed , Mr. Cripply, was in my bedroom going through my baby pictures. Gerard charged and punched him, he looked at me and it seemed as if a part of my soul had been confiscated from me and left the house mumbling aggressively to himself. Shitij then said now I really want to pee. Later we decided to call it a night. We slept, i sensed Gerard watching me sleep, I held his hand and I looked into his eyes and found the same look Mr.Cripply had earlier, as if he owned my soul and was going to consume. It fortunately was a dream, I woke up startled, Gerard was actually watching me sleep but he instead had a shine inside his eyes, he held my hand and kissed on my forehead, he held me close to him, I could feel his comforting warmth. Why was life doing this to me? Why was a caring guy who adored me appeared in my inner conscience as a soul reaping demon. I fell asleep in his arms with this horrifying thought of him. Alex and Shitij had left early morning but Gerard stayed back as he din't want me to wake up alone. He left as soon as I woke up, as if my presence was irksome. I thanked him for spending the night with me. He conventionally replied it's my pleasure though by his tone it felt as if it wasn't.