It was a dark gloomy evening on 9th of September in 1999.I was riding my bicycle down in the Black Swan Lane.No need to say how it gives me goosebumps whenever I recalls that moment in my life.I swear I should have asked my very best friend Catherine to join with me for my assist.
Hold on…..!
“Let me introduce myself folks.I’m in a errand in order to find a boarding place for my higher studies and now I’m on my way to find one, but grievously alone.”
“By the way I am Whitney- Whitty in short”
However I was riding my bicycle in that bizzare road.And as it was becoming dreadful as the clock ticking I have thought of asking help from a street vendor who was sitting by the side of the road under a frail tent.
“Sir, can you help me finding this house for me?” I asked from him showing the address I have written in a piece of paper.He really wanted to tell me something ,but he barely could speak since he was so old and fragile.
Things were getting way worse as my last chance of hope was also ruined, actually he was the only person i could see around that lane.
“Oh my ! It was 9 o’ clock in night.”
Uttering myself that I should not have bother that innocent dude anymore; I started heading back to my friend’s dwelling.
But Alas ! It was such a deadly time, now I got a another situation. The bicycle chain came off.
Knowing that it’s not a good time to be wander in this lane anymore ,keeping the bicycle aside I started running along the lane.
“Wait what !”Two giant men appeared in front of me which was about six foot in height and they started mocking at me.
“Oh my goodness what should i do?”
I got to run so fast at the speed of light,but again into that Black Swan lane.
Then only i could see that street vendor whom i talked few minutes ago is talking with a young lady while I was running towards.I hid myself behind a wall and rescued myself from those two rascals.
But ultimately what i saw was totally surprising.That poor street vendor was talking with nobody but with my friend; Catherine.
Yeah that was she, it was Catherine.
It was so hard to hold myself while i was panting like a fish washed up on shore. I was so focusing on whats going on with her and that vendor.
Oh catherine was giving some money for this vendor and she started heading back to the town.
Then only I realized the vendor might be sometimes her farther or a close relative. Even though me and Catherine are the best friends she acts creepy sometimes.She seldom tells about her family and her relatives.
Intentionally i waited until Catherine leaves the place ,unless if she gets to know that I was looking at her talking to her relation ;then she might get embarrassed or irritated.
I started stepping towards the street vendor once again asking for help, but that was not the vendor i was expecting.
I guess I have screamed my head off.The big foot man who was following me was there instead of that poor street vendor. Apparently Catherine was dealing with one of that wicked dudes.
Even though I was screaming not a single man came to save me, I barely could breath ; I couldn’t feel my knees.
“What is she doing with these rascles ?”
“Why is she dealing with them?”
I was confused, screaming and sobbing as I was dragged along-that lane by this gaint masculine towards a house where nobody found to be there and I was kept hid inside and that man at once shut the door so loud.
“Ohhh Why,What happend Whitney??”“ Did u see a nightmare again?” For god sake that was Catherine and i was on my very own bed in our room .Then only i realized i was in a nightmare.
“Whitty, Why r u soo scarred girl?”Asking that she gave me a glass of water.
“Ok ,girl now i got no time to do story time.I got to go.I am so late today .You are OK now right Whitty?”told Catherine.
“Yeah Cathie, U can go now .I am fine. But the dream was so scary.I’ll try my best to forget that dream. Ok girl Bye then!”
“Bye,Whitty!”
As Catherine left the room I got up from the bed and stepped toward the table to have a another glass of water.
Holy!Moly! What am i looking at???I couldn’t feel my face after what I saw on the table.
There was a ticket on the Catherine’s table to Black Swan lane on 09-09-1999 mentioning 9 o’clock at night.
Oh No!This can’t be true.That was the exact day and the time I was dreaming about that horrible incident.
Dude, was i really dreaming or is it now that i am dreaming ??
…… The End …..
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