Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Ghost that killed

He suddenly woke up while the wind banged the window
He had forgotten to close it before He slept.
As He reached to close the same, He saw a widow
She was looking at him as she wept

He was scared he latched and pulled the curtains down
He looked at the watch it was half past one
He could still hear her cry He peeped single eyed
She was looking straight to him, was furious as she cried.

There was no one at home everyone were out
His place was very secluded nobody would hear him shout
He switched off the lights, cuddle inside, his throat was dry in fear
He saw, curtains were raised, a huge scary face standing very near

He covered his face, breath increased its pace
He was in the epitome of fear and plight
He gathered some courage to pop out in solace
She was there right in front of his eyes

He cried out aloud He screamed he had to shout
He jumped off the bed luckily He picked up a rod
But she grabbed his throat and with nails she tore
He was lying in the pool of blood..(Sagarmani)

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