late night guest part 2

June 19, 2018

Cyril D'Souza was asleep. She has been living alone in this small one-story house since her husband died. She has decided to move to Delhi to be with her son after retiring from her job as a hospital nurse next year. "Wow, woo, woo," Cyril was woken up by the screams of her pet Alsatian Rocky. Rocky patrols the garden all night, guarding the house. Rocky keeps screaming. Cyril's heart is racing. Something must have happened. Maybe a thief has entered the garden, otherwise Rocky wouldn't do something like this. Cyril is a brave woman. She comes out with a stick and an umbrella. The garden light is on all night. It is raining lightly. According to the calculation, Rocky is supposed to be in the shed that has been built for him in the garden. Rocky's screams have suddenly stopped. Cyril cannot see him around. Cyril, following the footprints of an adult on the wet ground of the garden, reached the Golan cha tree and shivered.

“Rocky, my child!” He broke down in tears. The bloody corpse of the only companion of his lonely life was lying in the mud. Rocky was like his son. Who killed the helpless creature like this? Rocky’s head and torso were separated. Cyril sat down on his knees. Sorrowful, Cyril was unconscious for a few moments. Sambit turned around and felt someone’s presence right behind him. Cyril screamed when he saw the intruder’s face in the dim light of the garden. It goes without saying that the stranger dressed in a long black coat was not a resident of this world. There was a small bullet-sized hole in his chest. Cyril sat down on the ground of the garden trembling. There was no doubt that the hands of the clock were running towards his final hour. He was approaching with slow steps.

Cyril surrendered helplessly to the angel of death in the name of God. A demonic smile played on the face of the midnight stranger as he looked at the dismembered bodies of Rocky and his shelter.

July 1, 2018

Eleven o'clock

Looking at Orin lying on the dead body, Vritti felt relieved. Orin was fast asleep. She had fasted for 5 days in one sleep. Vritti got up from the bed very carefully. She took some necessary things in her bag and went out and locked the main door from outside. She did all the work silently. If Orin got up, it would be difficult. All her plans would be ruined. She walked quickly, ignoring the rain. She had to reach quickly. Sudheesh was waiting for her.

Orin almost ran out onto the road after slamming the back door. That was it. Vritti's red raincoat was visible a little further away. A thunderclap sounded somewhere in the distance. A chill was rushing from the direction of the bed, suffocating the water vapor. Where was Vritti going on such a day, leaving the safe shelter of the bed? They had taken a vacation to Kolkata in mid-June. That's where the first seed of doubt was planted in Orin's mind. With Vritti. Ever since the time of their marriage, Orin knew that Sudin and Vritti were childhood friends. They had a very good friendship. Orin had been open about their relationship. It had been almost a year and a half since they got married. Fifteen days after their wedding, Orin had come to her workplace with Vritti. Everything was going well. And like five newlywed couples, their relationship was gradually deepening. Orin was even thinking of becoming a couple this time, but since she went to Kolkata, Orin could understand that somewhere, their rhythmic life had broken down.


Briti was whispering something to him. Talking on the phone in whispers. Leaving the house without his knowledge. When asked, he was giving strange excuses. And this time going to Kolkata was due to Briti's insistence. When a new doctor joined the hospital on the 21st, Briti became adamant about going to Kolkata.