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!
The car started to move forth.
The village team huddled together in the backseat talking in a hushed tone. Both Rajan and Mitesh could guess their disappointment but chose to pretend that they were not aware of it.
The team that went to shoot the mist were dozing in the second car after drinking one too many pegs.
They had to drive on a village road for half an hour to reach the highway.
They approached the small woodland that will take them to that village road.
The cars were running as fast as it was possible on that bumpy road.
Both froze when they reached the end of the woods, missing each other by the split of a hair.
Their road was blocked by the wall of darkness they were so familiar with…..
In a split of second both cars turned and drove through the woods, they knew that they will have to drive through a patch of rough land for a few hundred meters and they will be on the highway.
Then they saw her.
She was standing right in the middle of the woods, on their path, a pretty girl in her mid twenties, extremely seductive wearing a lehenga choli.
She waved them to stop.
They saw her too late, before they could apply the brakes the cars shot through her like bullets, both cars one after the other, the passengers turned back and saw her standing right where she was looking at the car.
A putrid smell filled up the cars. It was so nauseating and pungent that they had to open the windows to breathe.
They turned back again, the woman has vanished without traces.
The cars reached the highway, the spot where they scrambled on the highway was just a few meters away from the mist….
They drove at a break neck speed to reach the nearest town.
They kept checking in the back view mirror but the nightmare was left behind it seemed.
It was a small town. They stopped at the first garage to have the cars checked.
Then only they could ease their minds but only for a split of second. Rajan was the first one who noticed it, “What’s that mark on your forehead?”
He stooped towards the back view mirror. It was a black skull imprinted on his forehead.
It was not only him; every one of them was branded in the same fashion!
The owner of the garage stared at them in a bizarre way. As if they were something way too astray from normal.
“Hope that thing won’t catch up on us!” Mitesh shuddered.
The rest of the story is in the book, buy it, make this poor, unemployed author happy 😉