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Palash BASU Roy

Thriller

4.1  

Palash BASU Roy

Thriller

EYES OF DEVIL

EYES OF DEVIL

4 mins
468


The police have arrived; the body of my dead brother hanging from the ceiling fan is being taken down. My eyes are already stone. My parents are grief-stricken unable to handle the burden of loss. 2021 is indeed evil in all aspects. The mind is the center of all attraction. You can focus your energy, concentration on one focus point. If a person can control his own mind and start believing in things they become doable. My brother is 2 years younger than me but in terms of talent, skill and charm were way ahead. I always tried following my younger brother never was successful in doing that. We shared a great bond anytime.


It is night time and the rituals of cremation are over. Ashes are flying all over the river. It is only been a year since my father died of a heart attack, the cause of his death was a sudden shock, pain, aging in the heart creating excessive blood pressure on the pulmonary artery. People are never dead it is just a change of version of the life. Physics states that energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. Only it is a change of form. When people die the spirit leaves the body searching for a new womb may be. I looked at my mom; she did not take any food, water since morning. Her favorite son is no more. I am so helpless I cannot do anything in this critical situation. I cannot share the pain; the sorrow mom is bearing in her heart right now. The cruelest version of life is that truth everyone needs to bear their own share of suffering, grief all by oneself. No one will ever come to take a share from that. That is a full intellectual property right. How ironical.

When dad died last year there was no one around thanks to the lockdown. Now the same life is repeated in 2021 only difference is my younger brother is the victim.


I forgot to tell you all I have been practicing this new art which I am trying to learn. The art to look into the eyes and control the mind. In simple terms hypnotize. My 1st attempt which I tried once was on dad. It was a failure back at that time. I tried the same thing on my younger brother. The set-up was done perfectly. There was no one in the house. A dim light was flickering. I looked at my brother's eyes and whispered. “Hey just relax your mind, calm your soul and just focus on my pointed finger. Just listen to my words. Free your mind, nothing can distract you. Only listen to me." My brother was fully in my control. Actually, he trusted me a lot. The definition of the word trust itself is cunning. My dad trusted my mom and paid the ultimate price. He had to die. That shocking truth that dad came to know was impossible to absorb. Sins are never left unpaid. I instructed, ordered my brother who was in a trans-state," Take a rope, tie a perfect strong knot. Place the rope across your neck and tie the knot so tight that it wouldn’t break. The other end of the rope please tie with the ceiling fan. Once done hang yourself. " My eyes are looking straight into his eyes, sharp, unblinking. To control your opponent to get the hypnotize executed perfectly you have to be tough, sharp concentrated, and deadly. My brother's body initially struggled as soon as the body fell. Slowly it was calm and quiet. Slowly he went into the eternal slumber of unending darkness. A murder that can never be proved. Police are still investigating the case of why did my brother commit suicide.


The devil was born when my dad died. I was the devil born that gloomy night when I came to know of my mother’s extramarital affair. Dad was never aware of it. Once he came to know about it he could not bear the agony and die. My mom had a child, an illegitimate son from that extramarital affair which was kept secret for years until that day when I came to know I am the only son of my dad. My beloved younger brother is actually not my brother. His presence is a sign of the fact my dad’s trust has been murdered by her wife, my mom. I had to take revenge. I did what I had to do. The reason for my father’s mental agony, the pain was none other than the existence of my younger brother. I only did justice to that. Being a son I had to do my duty. In the eyes of the world, I am a murderer but in my eyes I brought justice.



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