Tuba Ahshan Ibnat

Abstract Tragedy Thriller

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Tuba Ahshan Ibnat

Abstract Tragedy Thriller

Someone In My House (1)

Someone In My House (1)

3 mins
239


After a long journey to London, I have come to my hometown after 12 years. I don't remember the days I spent here. They were sweet like honey. Honestly, I never wanted to leave here. But my parents; they had to. I didn't know what the courts, the divorce papers were. My parents got divorced and my father took my custody. He took me to London. I agreed as a child. I was only 12 then. I thought to go to a new place far from home. But now I realize how much far it was! The puppies, the kitties my friend had! The sweet talks of my neighbors! I really missed them so much. Though I left them, I had always wanted to come back even for once. Today is the day. It is the river that never ends. I wanted to go to its last destination. But I had never gone far because of my mother's word. The more I am going close to it the more my heart is beating fast. I am too much excited to see the house I lived in! Oh! Today nature is also calling me! I have reached it! Stepping two steps, and my home is in front of me! I am imagining myself in heaven. It is the tree I used to sit under, It is the garden, I used to pluck flowers! Now I am going to open the door of my home. The opening sound of the door came into my ear.


The room is dark. I still remember the old system light which needs to be pulled. I looked for it. I turned it on. The room is enlightened. My eyes can not believe it! It is still the same! No dirt, no scar has infected it. It is neat and clean. I think that the neighborhood aunty must have cleaned it. The sofa set is just right there. It 's one spring is broken. I am finding myself in my childhood. When I used to jump on it. I forward my steps to my bedroom. The friends who will stay with me these days will come soon. They are coming from town. I thought that I would need to clean the rooms but my goodness they are already cleaned! I Will go to change my clothes. The staircase is a little olden. They need to be changed. I notice that there is a photo hanging on the wall. It is my mom's photo. I suddenly become so emotional though I don't want to be. I try to ignore it. Just a step up I take the photo frame suddenly fall down. Though I didn't touch it! I think it is fell by wind but is a little bit awkward. I reach to the bedroom. The door is locked! I clearly remember the father told me no door is locked without the main door. Then I realize it not locked it may be jammed for a long time. I walk down to the kitchen and find a stick. I come upstairs and open it easily... When I enter the room my eyes are doomed. There is a woman sleeping in a bed! The next part will be published soon!


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