“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 white still now. I was walking speedily and wanted to reach home before dark. In our town, roads are empty in the evening soon 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 at 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. I and just one or two people were walking on the footpaths. "I'll reach very late at home today." I murmured to myself.

 

I passed difficulty a half path then the darkness covered the whole area. Now I'm alone on the road and the whole way was very darkened and scary. Not a single shop was there, and no vehicle 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 that also was 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 has come 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 because I pass daily from here but I didn't see any tea stalls here, but I took it as a blessing of God so I didn't think more and move 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 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 time passing. There was a little wooden table, I opened its drawer, dust penetrated to my nostril. There was a photo album, I picked it up, 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 got shocked to see, It was an ID card of the old man and there was mentioned his date of birth 9, January 1819. But today was 9, January 2019. I dropped all the things back in the drawer and came out quickly, ran towards the home.