Upasana Acharya

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          I made my mom sit on the wooden floor, as I took steps down the stairs, making the wooden floor creek, trying not to make any noise but failing at the same. I went to the front closet and grabbed a revolver and put it in my back pocket. I was pacing back and forth, expecting the intruder to be anywhere, keeping a keen eye and my ears open.
          
          I heard a bang on the front door. I gulped harder. I grabbed my revolver and started pointing it towards the front door as I slowly open the front door. The very moment, I opened the door, I heard a loud thud on my back door. 
          What the fuck was going on?
          Is there a ghost in this house or something? I never believed in ghosts but situations can change our opinions.
          Taking the name of the holy spirit, I ran across the hallway to the backdoor only to find the a distant figure, running with a speed higher than any metro ( I may be exaggerating ) sprinting towards me.
          To my horror that was scarier than any ghost I ever expected to see. It was too fast for me to react and close the door. So I just stood there with my revolver pointing towards the guy, He kept getting closer and closer. I was emitting the name of the lord, when he finally reached me. It was the same guy from across the street, this evening.

I was swirling my coffee mug, gazing at the milk, slowly blending into the coffee, as I looked outside the window see the beautiful sun fading away into the dark, when I saw a guy running across the street. He was running quite different, as if he was being chased by some external force which even he couldn’t see. I took a closer look at him from across the window, he was wearing a mask and a tuxedo. Now why the hell would you run in a hot summer afternoon, wearing a mask and a tuxedo, unless you’re insane or…being chased by a random energy. I couldn’t help but stare at the guy. I nearly spilled my coffee on my mom’s vintage table cloth, when that guy behind the mask, looked directly into my soul when I was nearly 20 meters away from him. It didn’t even last for more than 5 seconds but damn that stare reminded me so much of the guy at the school. But why the heck would he run like a loon across the street. Well I decided to sleep on it.
          
          “Kimberly! Open the door”  
          The knocking was getting harder by the second.
          “yes?”
           I knew that it was my mom, but my head was still not ready to accept the concussion, in the middle of the night during a high swing of a nap. The room was so dark that I couldn’t even find my way to the door. I was randomly putting my feet expecting the floor to be, when I finally reached the door knob to unlock it.
          
          My mom stood in front of my door, dead silent, with frozen eyes. I was curious and concerned. 
          “Whats up mom?”
          “ Kim - th…”
          Fear was eluding her blue lips,
          
          “... mom?” 
          “there’s someone in the house!”
          I gulped my heart, as I stood frozen leaning against the door, baffled.