That horrible night

In the morning, it was around 12 o'clock. Around the city, a few drizzles fell from the sky. The road was deserted, and silence reigned. This amateur was trying to figure out what was causing his inability to sleep. The pandemic has left an indelible imprint on him. Due to the lockdown, he was forced to use his finger a lot. Was he currently working on a novel? A metaphor was being used; Mobile was his sixth finger. Unbridled, he uses it over and over again Many things about himself he didn't know before have come to light in the past few months. He realized that his friends were worthless and that no one cared about him anymore. Suddenly, he had access to everything, and it was horrifying to him. He discovered that he had a completely introverted side that yearned to burst out and cry on anyone’s lap. He was shocked. Therefore, he was filled with hatred and resentment towards his loneliness, and he broke down in tears when he thought of it. Every second he was lost in thought, which made him a sloth and lazy person.

Now let's go back to when he was alone in the middle of the night After a short time, his parents and sister left the house. That evening, his mother was startled by a phone call. Her husband was seriously ill, according to the letter he received from his uncle's wife. They left him and his grandmother without warning. He was actually left as a guard for his elderly grandma, who needed assistance. He was the adoring grandson of his grandmother. He used to feed her, amuse her, and take her to the hospital when she was sick. He was her only hope, and he worked tirelessly for her without expecting anything in return. You know that love doesn’t ask for anything in return, don’t you?

His life had recently taken a dramatic turn, and he now lives in oblivion. He yearned to lay his head on someone's lap and weep over his loneliness. On this particular evening, he provided his grandmother with food and medicine, as he always had before. As she was walking down the hall, she fell asleep. Every night, his earbuds are the best buds he's ever owned. He unplugged them and went to his room, where he jumped onto his comfy bed. He began to surf the internet for a while and began to hear Eminem songs in the background. A new source of inspiration kept him awake. He began to watch a horror movie, which was obvious from his actions. When he was alone, he cherished such things. He was affected by them. In recent days, he had been suffering from insomnia due to this reason. Because of his inability to sleep, he hasn’t noticed. However, the real devil is the one who haunts him at night. The film was both interesting and terrifying. Every time there was a gore scene, he would check the glass of the window. He wasn’t a horror movie pioneer.

He was startled by a loud thudding sound that came out of nowhere. It was a bit of a disturbing sound to his ears. As he slowly removed his earbuds, he also turned off his phone, which was still on. He moved as if he were a warrior. He walked slowly up to the window to see what was going on there. He opened the window slowly, and the window’s screeching sound added to the suspense. Unpredictably, a bat flew through the window at supersonic speeds. His heart stopped for a moment, and he found himself lying on the floor, swimming in a pool of his own sweat. “It was just a bat,” he told himself as he closed the window. But this time the sound came from the hallway. A series of strange, recurring noises frightened and alarmed him, making him wonder whether or not he was in some nightmare. A snail’s trail appeared on the wet floors after rain as he slowly walked down the hall. Some of his strange backgrounds were the result of his irrational mind. He began to think of himself as the main character in a horror film. His footsteps were followed by the sound of an automobile, which he identified as a remote vehicle.

Bang! The whole house was filled with noise. He was injured when he tripped over a remote car. He turned on the light, regretting his foolishness. As he was about to turn on the lights, the power went out. In fear and despair, he pleaded for his mother’s quick return.

He sighed and drank a whole glass of water in the hallway. As he watched, he noticed that his grandmother was dozing off on the cushion. “Good night, granny,” he said in a low voice. He then walked into his room and stretched his arms out in front of him. And he jumped up on the cushion to see if he could sleep the night away that evening. As of the time shown on the digital clock, it was already 2 a.m. Once again, he was overcome with fear. “How can the digital clockwork operate without power?”, he yelled. His lungs took a nap as a result of the clock’s sudden burst. A bedsheet wrapped around him, assuring him of his safety.

Soon, a yellowish light reflecting from the window glasses began to obstruct his sight. I’m convinced that ghosts exist. I jumped up from my cushion and stretched. His daily mantra was to start the day with a cup of coffee rich in caffeine. He went to the kitchen to make himself and his sleeping grandmother coffee.

He placed the cup of coffee, which was still warm, on the cushion. Despite this, he is unable to accept what he saw. He was paralyzed for a moment, and the cup on the floor broke into pieces. His grandmother had passed away when he was a young boy. The woman he knew for years was not the same woman he met today. The smile on her face would greet her as she awoke in the morning. Her heart had stopped beating and she was unable to breathe. He couldn’t breathe, so he slammed his head against the wall. He scolded himself for being a fool for not paying attention to the sounds she made. That night, he was angry with himself for watching the horror movie that led to everything that happened. At this point, all he can do is sob. His eyes were filled with tears, which ran down his cheeks and into his mouth. “I’m so sorry,” the boy exclaimed as he cried out and grabbed the lap. While thinking about his memories of that sweet lady, he placed his head down and wept.

“It’s time for you to get up! Big brother” his sister yelled. He opened his eyes and yelled out of the blue. For the first time in his life, he thanked God that it was all a dream. Tears streaming down his face, he jumped out of bed and ran to see his grandmother. While watching the wind nip at the grass, his grandmother was sitting in a chair outside. Grandma held his head on her lap as he wept in her arms.

“So, you’re finally awake. What brought you here?” “, she questioned.

“I had a horrible nightmare,” he said, sobbing.

Then, with a sweet voice, she placed her hand on his head and said, “It’s ok.”

Few transformer linemen were visible on the other side of his head.

“Was the transformer destroyed? “, he questioned.

“Last night, a few bats smashed the transformer,” she explained.

He closed his eyes and reflected on the events of the previous night, laughing at his foolishness as he recalled them.