Shourya Seth

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Shourya Seth

Horror Thriller Others

Closet

Closet

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I was catching some z's in my bedroom. The day was quite tiring so i slept like a rock. 


I was in a deep slumber when I could my mother calling me. Thinking of it as a dream I slept off. 

After few moments, her voice came louder and then I could able to make out the words. She was calling me down for the dinner. I sit up half sleepy. 


Lazily I walked down the stairs. 

I was feeling hungry but the sleep was fogging up my mind. 


I came to the kitchen and looked it was empty. Then I saw a note lying on the table. 


Honey I told you already but in case you forgot I will be home after 2 days. Take care of yourselves. Cook whatever you like. I have stocked the fridge. You can also order food if you wish to. 

Love you

Mom


Then I remembered my mother telling me she was going to see her friend who was admit in the hospital. I couldn't go as I was having exams. 

But then something clicked. I swear I heard my mother voice calling me downstairs for dinner. But I am home alone. How is this possible. Thinking of it as a figment of my imagination, I started fixing some food. 


While cooking I heard my mother's voice. It was just like a whisper taking my name. I looked around and saw no one. I waited for some time to hear the voice again.I was a bit spooked. But it was all silent. I again started cooking. 


When I sat down a chair and started eating, I heard the voice again much more clear. 


" Honey I am home. Open the door. "


I thought that my mom must came back early. I am being overly paranoid. She must be waiting outside for so long. I didn't even check. 

My mom started continuously calling me. I got up and started walking up to the main door. But the voice became I bit distant. I opened the door and saw no one. 


I feared that I was hearing voices in my head. But my mom's voice was now also calling. I walked in the direction of the voice. 

We had a spare room. The voice grew louder. I entered the spare room. I could hear some scratching and thrashing. Then again I heard my mother's was. 


I was beyond terrified. I was glued to the spot. 


As the voice was not coming from the main door but from the inside of the closet. An antique closet we bought a few days ago. 


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