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Kapil Bhawnani

Crime Horror Thriller

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Kapil Bhawnani

Crime Horror Thriller

THE OLD MAN

THE OLD MAN

5 mins
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I was a twelve-year-old kid when I first came to know about an old man in whose existence no one in my family believed.

When first I told my mother about him, she got worried about me, and after discussing it with her friends who had the kids of same age as mine, she came to know that children at my age tend to make imaginary friends. She found it normal, even dad was convinced with her, they told me to take care of my imaginary friend.

As I grew older, I came to know about a word called 'facts', you need facts to prove something. But, how could I prove that each night I walked pass hall, I saw an old man, who vanished every time when I tried to show him to mom and dad?

When I saw the old man for the first time, he was sternly sitting on the sofa looking right into my eyes. I  shouted so loud that my parents came running to the hall. I pointed to the old man, but he already had vanished.

Since then, each night I passed the hall, I saw him sitting in the same position: one leg crossed on other and both hands rested on the arms of sofa. Gradually, I became accostomed to his presence and found it normal until, the night I was passing through the hall to use washroom, I felt as if temperature around my body fell down, but I continued walking and after washing my face I looked in the mirror, my eyes wide opened; my heart started pounding hard and my breath stopped in fear. He was standing behind me and I could feel his hand on my shoulder. I ran upstairs to my room. I hid myself into the blanket and kept the lights on.

A few nights passed and that incident was slowly fading away from my memory, when one night my sleep broke in the middle and I felt a presence in my room, I looked to my right, he was standing beside my bed and staring at me.

"Go away," I cried.

"Please, save me." The old man spoke for the first time, his voice was groggy and sad.

'Leave me...' I cried louder enough for my cry to reach to my parent's room, downstairs.

My father came running upstairs, but before he could reach my room, the old man vanished yet again.

Next day, my parents took me to a psychologist and after a few sessions, the psychologist declared that I was suffering from schizophrenia and prescribed me some medicines.

A month passed since I was on medicines. Everything was normal. I hadn't seen the old man. Maybe I was suffering from schizophrenia all the time and those medicines seemed work. Until the night, I was reading my favourite novel combing one page after another,

"Please, save me."

As the familiar voice fell on my ears, my body started trembling in fear.

"Who are you?" I shouted closing my eyes.

"I am a soul trapped in your dimension. Please, save me."

"Save you from whom?" I asked while trying hard to suppress my fear.

"Open the gate."

"Which Gate?"

"Some irksome people of your world opened the gate of  dimension-of-dead and I unknowingly stepped into your dimension. Please, open that gate."

"How can I open that gate for you?" I asked stammering in fear. My eyes still closed.

"Kill yourself."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Don't worry, you won't be dead. When your soul leaves your body a gate for your soul to travel to other dimension will open. Only one soul can travel though it. I will enter the gate before your soul and the gate will shut.  After the gate is closed, your soul can go back to your body and you will be alive again." He explained.

Hearing this, I got scared. I quickly gulped two tablets and screamed,
"Leave me alone."

"Please, save me..." The voice slowly vanished into thin air.

Since then, every night the old man appeared in my room and explained me the same thing. I finally made up my mind to save him.

That night, I took a knife and slit my veins, the blood spread on carpet and I fell down.

Next day, I woke up in a hospital. I was discharged after a few days. I was happy that he would not bother me anymore. But, that night he again appeared and told me that before I was dead, I was taken to the hospital and saved. The gate didn't open.

He kept on appearing in my room asking me to open the gate, and I decided to give it another try. This time, I hung myself on the ceiling fan.

It had been three years, I died that day and saw the gate opening. Everything went as per the old man's plan but, my doctor and parents didn't believe me. They said that I was suffering from serious mental illness and was a threat to my ownself. They admitted me in an asylum.

Here, they keep me in a closed room whole day, feed me medicines and after a lot of request, they allowed me to read my favourite novel.

"Please, save me." The voice fell on my ears.

"Yes, I will." I smirk, turning yet another page of my favourite novel, 'The dimension of dead.'

- Kapil Bhawnani


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