G GAZETTE Sep. 2016 | Page 13

CLIFFHANGER…a short story THE DEATHLY TRIP! I walked to and fro in my room, tapping my feet for no reason. I was angry with that moron. She rejected my road trip. "Fine, if she doesn’t want to come, let her go to hell! Aargh”. I yelled at the top of my voice, but I knew that no one was hearing me except my sofa and my dearest four walls, no actually six. I always preferred hexagon shaped room. Okay enough! I comforted myself and banged her room’s door. I know that I had to walk half a mile to reach her home. My friendship always dominated my ego, but this time it was my anger rather than my friendship. She could clearly identify that I was annoyed with her, but she was an expert. She exactly knew how to make my mood even worse than before. “Not this time sweetheart” she winked. Our fight continued for an hour but I couldn’t resist going out. I knew that I was acting like a desperate fool. But I was sure that nobody could avoid that place. THE MIRACULOUS PHOTO HOUSE. The name itself gave goose bumps all over my body. A place which completely displayed the pictures of famous celebrities and great personalities. “Why don’t we go and chill at a beach? Let’s have a girl’s pajama party instead?” She asked in a low tone. It was more of a statement rather than a question. “I hate such stupid ideas” I arrogantly replied. I dragged her and pushed in the back seat of my car. I drove for three hours and finally entered into the woods. “The place was indeed very scary”, I swallowed my breath. “Don’t eat and drive”. She stated politely, which added much to my irritation. “Just shut the hell up and help me out”. I was harsh but she deserved it. She helped me with the routes and after a lot of confusion and our stupid fights, we reached the destination. We should have started earlier, don’t you think it’s quite late? She questioned angrily. “I know but don’t forget that it was your mistake. It was you who were playing with me”. I again blamed her. This time I was really scared and this idiot was concerned about the time. I was quite sure she was worried about her dinner. “Ok! So let’s peep in”. She excitedly said as she saw the arrow direction”. I was equally excited but somewhere deep inside I was scared. We walked slowly stepping on the rags, bones, and god knows what not! There were four rooms. People who died of accident, Murdered people, people who sacrificed lives, Haunted by a ghost. “Really? Can people die even like that?” I curiously questioned her. “God knows! Let’s forget it and walk”. She held my hand and we walked and looked at the people. I was actually more focused on my legs as they were shivering faster than my heartbeat. We saw all the pictures. I was confused as tears rolled down her eyes as we passed through the section of the people who sacrificed themselves for the country. Most of them were from the army. A big salute to them, but on a serious note I was much bothered about the fourth room. “Let’s go to that room!” She exclaimed. She could clearly see that I was scared. “Why don’t we leave from here?” I requested politely. “I guess it was you who told me that life should be adventurous?” she winked. Stop poking me, I sighed. But no, actually it was my idea to visit the place. So why not visit all the rooms? I asked myself. “Shall we move over there?” I questioned confidently. She tapped her head at my stupidity. We walked in and saw all the pictures. “Awh! Aren’t they scary? Who knows why were they killed? They look like real ghosts, don’t they?” I asked her but later realized that I was talking to myself. SHE WASN’T THERE. “For heaven’s sake stop playing with me and come back!” I shouted. “No. No way! This can’t happen”. My breath stopped when I found her, not with me, but on one of the photo hanging on the wall! -SHIVANI BONDUGULA ECE A (2/4)