Scary Evening

 

 

I crossed the road and came to the other side of the road. I was trying to reach home quickly. The sun had gone, but the sky was still white now. I was walking speedily and wanted to reach home before dark. In our town, roads are empty in the evening early in winter. Chilliness was increasing gradually. This is my routine time to go home, every day I leave my office at this time. Today I came out of my usual routine. The rush of the people was decreasing slowly, shops were closing, and markets had been almost empty. Traffic on the road was extremely less. Just one or two people and I were walking on the footpaths. "I'll reach home very late today," I murmured to myself.

 

I passed the difficulty halfway through, then the darkness covered the whole area. Now I'm alone on the road, and the whole way was very dark and scary. Not a single shop was there, and no vehicle was on the road. I was walking alone speedily with dread. The whole way was lonely and dark. On both sides of the road, there were trees whose branches had dried due to autumn and seemed like witches. It was increasing my fear. At the same time, weird sounds were coming with the blowing wind, which was also scaring me. I was moving ahead with this fear, and then another problem arose: a very strong storm appeared. Such storms happen mostly in my town. I raised my speed, and then the rain came to raise my problems. It was impossible to continue my journey since it was incredibly cold. I began to search for a place where I could stay for some time. Finally, I saw a very small tea stall. I was very surprised to see it because I pass daily from here, but I didn't see any tea stalls here. I took it as a blessing of God, so I didn't think anymore and moved ahead to the tea stall. There was an old man who was the owner of the stall. He was looking very weird with long, dirty hair and a long beard. He used to see with his single eye; he covered his other eye with a black mask. Maybe he only had one eye; his other eye was injured for some reason, I thought, but I didn't ask him. He looked very weird and scary.  I asked him, “Can I sit here for some time until the rain stops?” He didn't speak any words, just nodded his head. I sat there, and as I sat, a weird sound appeared. It was very scary. I got frightened. The rainstorm was increasing. The stall owner said to me that he is going to get firewood. You should take care of my stall. I replied, "Of course, don’t worry, I’ll take care of your stall." Then he was gone. When he went, I began to examine the stall for just passing the time. There was a little wooden table, I opened its drawer, and dust penetrated my nostrils. There was a photo album. I picked it up and opened it. There were a lot of pictures of the old man, both young and old. He looked nice at his young age. After seeing his pictures, I glanced at a card, I picked it up, cleaned the dust, and was shocked to see that it was an ID card of the old man, and his date of birth was mentioned as 9 January 1819. But today was January 9, 2019. I dropped all the things back in the drawer and came out quickly, ran towards the home.