That late night

The moment I was waiting for, the whole day, was just thirty minutes away. I kept staring at the silver enameled wall-clock with its intricate fretwork-ed hands chasing each other. It was past mid-night. Two –seventeen, to be precise. It was now or never.  I cannot afford to lose more time. I slowly slipped from my bed, careful not to wake Mathangi. Just when I tried to get my mobile from the cupboard she turned to my side and started placing her hand near the place where ideally my chest should be present. I got back into bed just in time. A few minutes later she turned back to her side, leaving me sweating with anxiety. I tip-toed out of my bedroom silently; with my mobile in my hand. My heart beat was frantic and I could see it trying to escape out of my ribs.  I gave a shake to my Moto 3G and it gave a bright beam of light that illuminated the path right ahead of me. The eerie beam of light, cast scary shadows of vases which looked much more pronounced and terrifying in the darkness of the moonless night. I inched my way towards my destination. There was a distant howl. It was so real yet, so ghostly. I felt a shiver run through my spine. I stood there frozen, giving myself time to...

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