It was yet another long day at office. I dragged myself to the station and waited anxiously for half an hour to entrain. At about 9:30 p.m. I got the train to my home. The road was deserted by the time I reached my lane; a lone dog was staring at me with brutally cold eyes. I slowly walked up my three storied building. Much to my despair, I do not have my house keys . My parents have left the city on a trip, obviously locking the house!
I was curing myself being so glued to work. Suddenly a thought struck, what if they had given the keys to my neighbour. Good Thought, but how can I disturb them at 10:00. Never mind, I do not have a choice now. I rang the bell. A man in mid fifties opened the door and gave me a cold stare. I could read his mind, what the f**k do you want. I camouflaged myself to an innocent, overworked gullible child and asked at my subservient best, if my parents have given him our house keys.
He slammed the door on my face. I did not know what to do. I stood there like a stupid, totally lost. After 3 minutes his door opened. Is this your keys, he said arrogantly. I did not mind his tone or his unkind gesture, but was overjoyed looking at my keys. Alas I have a place to sleep tonight. I thanked him and quickly opened the door and threw my laptop on my couch. My house was like never before absolutely placid, I could even hear the echoes of my thoughts. OMG it was a deadly silence.
Then I switched on my television and made the house reverberate with noise. I am now happy, I have a companion, and the one that exactly does what I ask it do. My remote control. I then decided to have a shower, I switch on the instant heater and slipped inside my bathroom. Had a refreshing bath listening to the songs played in the television. I then switched 100 channels back and forth for the next one hour and finally concluded that people were right, television is an idiot box.
I then decided to turn few pages of a long pending novel that i wanted to read. It has been sleeping on my bed for ages now. After all these months, I could still get to the page where I last left. No wonder it was the second page of the book and the last time I read the first page, I told myself I am not going to read this book again and this was the tenth time so far. I suddenly hear a strange noise in my room. I chose to ignore it the first time. After a minute I hear it again. It was anything but good to hear when one wants to sleep. I chose to ignore it again.
I finally succeed this time, I turned the page and now the page number reads three. I finally accomplished today something that I could not do for some months now. I kept reading and I hear the same disturbing sound again. I am now getting a little curious and more irritated. After a day long work, you at least want to sleep undisturbed. Illusion. Thats what I thought and closed the book with immense satisfaction as I read 10 pages of the incorrigible book. I switched off the lights and sneaked into my bedsheet tucked bed. And I know hear the gruelling noise louder than ever.
What on earth was that...I was bitten in my leg, in total darkness I lay totally confused and extremely feared. How could she have got into my bedroom. Worser she did not make any noise. Or did I not hear any? Whatever, this is not the time for thinking. Its time to act before its too late.. She bit me again in my neck this time. I cannot see her, I cannot smell her, I cannot touch her. Holy Shit..Whats happening around me. I got out of my bed and slowly edged up to switch on the lights.
I switched on the lights and as I expected, there was no one in the room. How is this even possible, i did not hear my bedroom door opening, it always does a highly irritating screechy sound. Am I hallucinated, no I see droplets of blood on my legs. I know what to do, I quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a spray that keep any night time enemies at bay. For once I see the courageous me. I want to face it all alone..without making much hue and cry. Come on Devil..lets fight it out.
I now slowly tread towards my bedroom. I open the door and again there is nothing there. I switch of the lights and pretend to sleep. As expected, another bite in my forehead. God damn it i shouted in pain, why cant you reveal yourself, you cowardly bitch. How do u expect me to fight you if you don’t show up. Well I know how to tackle this. I take the spray near me and started violently spraying all over my bedroom. After 2 minutes I started to suffocate because of the deadly emission from the spray. Things we use to kill others, kills us. What a revelation in the stroke of the midnight.
I ran out of my bedroom and waited patiently for sometime to go back in. I now switch on the lights. I see droplets of blood in the snow white bedsheet. Among the blood stained bedsheet, she laid dead. Tiny little Anopheles bitch. I got you. Thanks to HLL, their product did work. But it could have overworked if I had not been a little careful to get out of the room. I opened my bedroom to ventilate the poisonous gas from my place and finally lied down to sleep.
I wake up at eight. Yesterday was a bizarre night and I am a murderer, I killed one living being. No wait..Did I see it right. I squeezed my eyes to doubly check, I don’t believe my eyes. I jumped out of my bed. Oh My god. What have I done. I killed a dozen of them last night. I have never felt so proud before. Its indeed difficult to fight an invisible enemy.
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