Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- It is a collection of dark stories, paranormal mostly but not gothic, it prefers scaring by creating eerie images not blood, gore, violence. She will certainly love to see it in your Halloween collection!
A car pulled in a few minutes later in his courtyard. “Hey!” it was Rajan. “Get down here, lazy guy, lend us a hand!”
They quickly emptied the car and brought the equipments and food upstairs.
“Can we go out for a look at the ominous black mist?” Rajan asked.
“Who will stop us?” he laughed.
They left for the marsh with the equipments. The second team left for the village to talk with the villagers that were yet to leave.
The car stopped at a reasonable distance from the pulsating mist made of darkness. The sound coming from inside were louder and clearer now.
They started to walk towards it- it was almost noon now; the sun was planning to tilt to the western sky after completing his jobs in eastern half.
“It’s buzzing with electrical energy!” Rajan stared at his equipment. “I think if someone touches it he will get electrocuted.” On impulse he stooped and picked up a small stone and threw it at the mist.
It was sucked by the mist after a loud crackle. They could see the ripple it formed; as if a black spark of electric current was formed in the place it hit the cloud.
Then it came back in a terrible speed and hit rajan straight on his arm.
He shouted in pain and sat down right there.
Mitesh rushed to him, it was a deep wound.
They heard a roaring laughter coming from the mist; they both shivered and stared at the darkness.
“If I am not wrong it will need stitches!” Mitesh muttered. He tightly bandaged it with his muffler and they both rushed back to the house to get it stitched by their team doctor.
They left four of Rajan’s men there to shoot the mist.
“Don’t venture too close and be careful.” Rajan instructed them. “We will be back ASAP.”
Mitesh was right. It required four stitches to sew the gash up. They were about to get up when they heard a loud commotion in the courtyard below.
Two of the men from the team they have left behind were standing in the middle of it, terrified and shaking like leaves.
to be continued…