Late night guest

June 9, 2018

Monsoons are very dangerous in the hilly regions. They often bring messages of destruction. Only those who have to do it understand how difficult patrolling at night is.

“ Titus

, put your car on the side. The rain is pouring down. The road is already in bad shape.”

“Yes, sir.”

Young police inspector Mohit Rao and constable Titu Thapa are on patrol duty today. At other times, no one would go out on such a disastrous night, but now the situation is not favorable. The fire of unrest in the city is burning brightly. If there is a little wind, that dormant ember will spread its flaming arms and burn the entire city, so there are orders from above that no relaxation will be tolerated. The rain is increasing in intensity and it is impossible to stand outside. The two of them sat down next to the old church grounds with the Bolero windshield up. It was a bit like drowsiness. The sound of repeated banging on the car window shook the two of them out of their sleep and they became startled. In the light from inside the car, they guessed that someone was continuously tapping them with their hands. Mohit looked at Titus in surprise.

“Sergey, I feel like I’m in trouble. Please help me.”

“You’re right.”

Mohit rolled down the car window and said, "Who is it?"

He got nothing in return except the sound of the gusty wind. Outside, nothing could be seen through the darkness of the night. The rain was pouring down and drenching his eyes. Suddenly, Mohit felt suffocated. A thunderous fist was clenched around his throat.

"Sergey, what's up? What's up? "Titus screamed and jumped to save Mohit, but the next moment he was speechless. The stranger in the dark night held Titus's throat with his other hand. His long, sharp nails were tearing the skin of Titus's throat. Inhuman strength was in his body. The two strong young men started moving towards death while struggling.

June 14, 2018

It was almost midnight. Kadam raised his face and looked up once to try to understand the situation. The sky was not good, it would rain again at any moment. It had been raining continuously for days. Who knows when this disaster would stop. The roads were naturally deserted. Two policemen had died unexpectedly in the midst of this disaster, and there was no police patrolling for the past few days. Although the incident had thrown the entire city into a panic, it was good for Kadam. He could return home safely after finishing his work. The roads were slippery, so he could not increase the speed of his bike, otherwise he would have died long ago. He reached his destination. Every now and then, the light of the lightning would cut through the black sky like the blade of a sword. He was forced to brake suddenly. He was almost falling over on the slippery road. He managed it anyway.

“Who are you? Why are you standing on the road?” Kadam said angrily, but the tall man standing in the middle of the road showed no sign of changing his mind.It doesn't seem to have happened. The face of the man wearing a long black coat with a hood is not visible in the darkness. The hood is also lowered a lot. Kadam stops the car and stands facing him. He doesn't know who he has come to meet in the middle of the night. As Kadam approaches, the stranger removes the hood from his head. Looking at his face in the light of the bike's headlight, a cold current of fear flows through Kadam's entire body. Seeing the bloodless pale face and two burning eyes like coals, Kadam's speech was paralyzed for a few moments. Then, in a panic, only one word came out of his mouth, "Peter!" His mind told him to run away, but as he was about to run away, two hands grabbed both sides of his ears. In an instant, Kadar's head flew off and fell onto the seat of his bike and the headless torso fell onto the road with a thud. The rain poured down. The blood stream from his footsteps mixed with the rainwater and disappeared on the bend of the mountain path. The midnight stranger finished his work and set off for his next prey.

Jag IA climbed a little higher up the mountain slope. He found shelter behind a large rock. Water was seeping through his raincoat, soaking his clothes. He had been hiding in a hill village below for the past few days. He didn't feel safe staying in the city. He had decided to return to the city in the darkness tonight, but this rain was really hurting him. Jag IA turned back after feeling a touch on his shoulder.

"Who?" The stranger didn't answer. As soon as he turned on the five-cell torch in his hand, Jagia's heart almost stopped beating when he saw the demonic face in the play of light and rain. His throat was getting dry, his breathing was getting heavier. He didn't have to feel the pain for long. The sharp teeth bit into his throat, causing him to pass out in pain.

This story doesn't end here. See you again.