Faint sounds of someone singing emanated from the far corridor, The room was dark and gloomy and the door in front of him stood broken. Enough space for someone to slip outside. Fache without hesitation, seeing the opportunity jumped out.
Within seconds, he found himself in front of his car. The fear in his heart made him tremble. So intense was the fear that he was unable to insert the key in the lock. Finally, it went inside. He climbed on his seat and revved the engine. The car shot off, passing through intersections. Fache did not took a single breath until he was miles away from the house. His back was aching and his left arm was injured. He recoiled each and every time when he saw his blood soaked sleeve. Blood dripped down.The roads were dark and serene. He fetched his phone which was lying on the passenger seat.He somehow managed to steer with his injured arm and he quickly dialed home.
Beep after beep but no response. Pick up! Pick up! Pick up! God dammit!. But nobody answered the phone. The cellphone seemed to ring forever. He removed the cellphone from his ear and quickly dialed 911. He brought the phone near his ear but the cellphone did not beeped. Then suddenly a faint sound of crackling emerged.
He was about to hang up the phone. when he heard a faint female voice saying Hitherto You Come! But no further! He yanked away the phone looked at its screen. The screen was pitch black. He tossed the phone outside of the car.
There was not a single car on the road and the streets were completely empty. He looked at his wristwatch which had stopped at 2 PM. He groaned at it. The only light source on the road were the head lights of the car and the streets lights which did little to illuminate the streets.Overall it was darker than usual. He looked up and saw the rear mirror was turned at an inappropriate angle.
Fache quickly adjusted the rear mirror, he was startled to see something or someone seated in the car's backseat .He suddenly froze and his heart beat even more faster now. Sweats were tearing down from his forehead and his eyes transfixed at the image reflected by the mirror. Fache tried to hit the brakes but when he looked forward the view incapacitated him from doing that . There in front of him stood the same old, rotten house.
Fache after coming back to his senses drifted his car to the right and tried to prevent a collision. Though he save the car from crashing into the house but a giant sturdy tree took away his chances of survival.
