The Gravestone

He was continuously honking outside and was tired of doing so every morning waiting for his boss cum friend. Every day, he had to blast his car’s horn outside this house and wait for 15 minutes until his boss finally turned up. Today was different, even after honking for 25 minutes flat his boss didn’t turn up. He kept on honking for about ten more minutes, this earned him angry glances from the passers-by and even a swear word or two.

He was just a driver, his name was Phil, he was energetic and enthusiastic, and he had just turned 20 years old. His only trouble was money. He struggled hard to make both ends meet. On the other hand, his boss was the CEO of a well renowned company (prefers to be anonymous). His name was Aniruddha (is referred to as The CEO). He was very old. No, he was ancient. It looked like he may crumble to dust at any moment. Every time the wind blew Phil sent a silent prayer for the CEO. Now today this was enough, he was waiting for more than 30 minutes. Phil was furious. So, he finally decided to investigate what the matter was. He went over and tried the front door and to his dismay, it was locked. He decided to try the back door. Fortunately, this door was unlocked. As he entered, he was greeted by an uncanny silence instead of the CEO’s hustle-bustle manner. It was said that the CEO could not even keep still for a minute. He decided to probe further and ended up in what looked like the CEO’s study.

There was a big, heavy mahogany desk strewn with papers, the walls were covered with some ornamental wallpaper and portraits of great people were hung all over the room. Then he went upstairs, to find the CEO’s bedroom. He found it. Its door was made of thick, heavy, oak. When he opened, he found a great beastly monster, packing off the CEO. It looked that the CEO had passed out and if Phil didn’t act the CEO might pass away. The monster seemed to notice Phil’s presence and then looked directly at him. Phil grabbed the nearest thing he could find, a glass flower vase. He threw it at the monster and hoped that the monster will become unconscious. The vase just shattered off his head, this only seemed to make the monster more furious.

The monster said in a deep, booming voice,” Hello, Phil. I am Thanatos The God of Death. It wasn’t your day to die today, but you saw too much. So, welcome to the club.” Phil freaked out and felt a chill run across his back. Before he could act Thanatos grabbed him and packed him off too. This was the moment when he felt that he should have stayed in the car.

This was Phil’s story. I read it on his GRAVESTONE.