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Shadow of the Dark
Posted by Aamod.v8
Date Posted: 10/04/2015

It was late, almost midnight. I had some nice dinner cooked up by my mom for me and had finished watching my favorite TV show. I decided to call it a day as I was too tired due to my college reunion programme, I had attended earlier.

After a tiring day, if your cell-phone starts ringing just before you sleep, you are bound to get irritated. The same thing happened with me. Cursing under my breath, I said who is it? It was Rohit Sahay, my batch mate. Not one of my close friends, but a rather introverted guy who was fond of reading. Wondering why he called me so late, I answered his call.

"Hello", He almost blurted back at me from other side, "Hello, Yaa Rohit here! Yaar, something REALLY terrifying stuff has been happening to me. I don't know how to handle it. I'm getting too ahead of myself though, I don't know... I'm to frightened to care right now. Can you come up at my place tomorrow? Please, I cannot think of anyone else to call to as you are the closet thing I have whom I can call friend?"

Sensing the trembling voice of Rohit, I answered him assuringly "Sure Bro! I will be there!"

The next day, around 3 in the afternoon, I went to his place. It was at the far end of the town. He welcomed me, introduced me to his mom and took me straight to his room. Closing the door carefully behind my back he sat in front of me and started narrating.

It all started a week ago. I was at a second hand book shop somewhere near the outside of Nagpur, somewhere off some remote highway. My mom and dad decided to stop there after coming back from a short camping trip with the family. We were hungry and wanted to grab some snacks, God I regret why we stopped!

After arriving there, we saw that it was a All-in-one shop and a moderately sized one at that. Walking inside, a comforting feeling fell over me, like when it's hot outside and you step into a cool building and the rush of coolness hits you, that relaxing feeling! I looked around, examining all items including snacks, daily needs, clothes, books and somewhat odd-looking items. That's when I noticed that weird looking book.

It looked like just another book that had a crazily ornate hard-cover. It had silver and gold lining with metallic designs on the face of it. For some reason, it began to draw me in, like I wanted it and honestly, I kinda did. After all you don’t normally find such books online or in second hand book shops.

I found the decoration on the front very cool due to the style of decoration which I can't really describe, just a kind of style that drew me in. I inspected the title of the book and it was titled "Andharachi Saawli" [Darkest Shadow/Shadow of the dark].

Just as I opened the book, I saw the page that usually contains the name of the author was ripped off along with the index page. However, I was so much intrigued by the book and having a love of creepy stuff like this, I decided to grab it and take it to the cashier.

Little did I knew that touching it was a mistake. As soon as I grabbed it, it felt warm under my fingers (though AC was running in the shop) a slight feeling of unease or fear, I'm not even sure, loomed over me. But I brushed it off! After about six seconds or so the feeling just ascended off me, or most of it at least because I still felt uneasy. I tried to ignore it and just figured it was hormones or the eerie feeling the shop had already given me to begin with.

"Kaka, how much for this? Is it a second hand book? Can I get a discount?", I asked the cashier, arriving at the counter. "Beta, where did you find this one? You want that book? But the pages look torn? This is damaged item? Are you sure?", the cashier replied, a sound of only what I can describe as surprise in his voice.

"Uhm... Yeah... but, that's not a problem? I will pay full for that. Only two pages are missing anyways." The shopkeeper smiled back, "One of my employees might have damaged it, So sorry beta. OK, how about a discount? Pay me half price only." The cashier smiled back, handing over the book to me. "Oh, okay, thanks", I smiled, happy but confused for his generosity.

"Bye-bye, have a nice journey, may you reach home safely", the cashier said on my way out, or at least that's what I think he said. The words were strange, but who cares though? I had my book and I was pretty excited to get to reading it. I hadn't read a good thrilling book in a while and this was only half priced so, hey, what's not to be excited about.

We got home and I had some tasty dinner. Mom cooks the best. Sometime around 8:00 P.M I decided to start reading my newest find, "Andharachi Saawli". I grabbed it off my nightstand next to my bed like a hungry kid in a sweet shop. I pried it open and began to read. It had the thick smell of ink to match the parchment yellowish paper. The text was on old curvy styled letters, but readable, so I didn't mind. The book was actually pretty cool and interesting. It was about a woman who had been drowned in a bathroom after her husband found out she had an affair with her husband’s cousin. The man cuts off the light while his wife was washing their 12 month old baby in the tub, reason being his wife was afraid of the dark. The man drowns the woman in the tub and then proceeded to drown the baby.

Due to the guilt and realization of what he had done, he shuts off all the lights in the home as he is lamenting about his dead wife and daughter. He slits his own throat and bleeds all out.

That's all I've read so far and after that day, I never planned to touch the book again.

Confused, I asked, "Rohit, you called me all the way from my house to narrate that story? Are you serious?"

Rohit gazed back, this time with a frightened look in his eyes, "No, that’s just the prologue, yaar!" he went on ,"Once I finished, I looked at the clock. It was 12:42 A.M. so I decided get some sleep. I stood the book up on the nightstand, hoping the book would make my room more decorative. I turned my mini-lamp off and my room was flooded with pitch blackness.

For some reason, I began to feel insecure, like something was watching me from across my room. I tried to brush it off thinking of it as an effect of the book. I closed my eyes and tried to shake off the feeling. I figured I was feeling this way because I read a scary book until 12:42 A.M. It wasn't really a good idea but I was just so drawn to this book that I almost couldn't put it down. My eyes had adjusted to the blackness of the room and now I could make out object in my room like my bookshelf, my desk and computer. I could see the outline of my sliding closet door also. Then something caught my eye, though.

The book on my shelf was producing a shadow the stretched to the roof of my room. I don't know how, seeing as my windows were completely covered by the shades so there was absolutely no source of light shining through the window. There was no light source at all, yet the book had a shadow growing out of it. I could tell because there was a shadow like shade emerging from it that was a darker shade then the rest of the room. As I stared at it, I realized it looked like the shadow of a human. I guess I just had set it up oddly on my nightstand... that's all...

Rohit was narrating his experience too linearly and it took me a while to absorb the meaning of his words. After absorbing the meaning of his words, a realization hit me and the hairs on my neck stood straight up.

Rohit went on, with a fright looming in his voice now, "It moved. I held still, petrified. I swear it moved. There was not a doubt in my mind that made me think it didn't. It looked like a woman with long hair. I was scared stiff. The shadows head slowly jerked sideways, as if looking at me in a two dimensional form. I turned in my bed, scared that it was clearly aware I was there. I closed my eyes and did not open them. Nothing happened and later in the night, somehow I fell asleep, due to exhaustion.

The next morning the day went normally. It was a Sunday so I didn't do much. I decided to give the book another shot. I grabbed it from off my desk and read and read. I couldn't set it down. I kept seeing the woman jerking her head towards me over and over in my mind, and I couldn't set the book down. Eventually dinner came, I don't know how. What I ate doesn't really matter so I'm not going to go into details about it.

I decided to go to sleep early. Reading the book didn't sound like a very good idea, so I didn't do it. I turned the light off and pitch blackness flooded the room again. Nothing wrong had happened this time. Once my eyes had adjusted, I saw the shadow again. Oh God, I thought, I don’t want to do this again. Suddenly, there was a faint sound coming from outside of my room. I listened harder and it sounded like a baby crying. I looked up to see the shadow... but it was gone.

I felt relieved. I thought that it must have been my imagination the whole time, how easily we are satisfied aren't we? A false sense of security always relaxes us. Laughing at myself for my stupidity I decided to go to the bathroom as the whole episode had scared me.

I opened the door to the bathroom and saw the scene that is now burnt into my memory. A woman's shadow was rising out of the ground, it's head facing towards the floor. Thoughts were blurting through my head but I stood there frozen, unable to move. My brain was sending me warnings to run, but somehow my body did not respond.

Then the shadow jerked its head towards me. I couldn’t move. Slowly a unearthly figure materialized out of shadow. I was watching dumb-stuck. It’s empty, lifeless eyes, pierced into mine. Its face inflated hediously due to being submerged in water. The baby crying crew louder and louder, as that woman came closer. Her lips separated in a grin. Through all the fear I realized that the grin is unnaturally broad and terrifying. "Do you want to hold my baby?", she asked in a multi-pitched, demonic-like voice. Though her lips were moving, the words were coming from distance and almost muffled. Her movement forward emitted a sound like nothing you'd ever expect. It was the sound that would emit if you get glitches in some record or you hear a scratched portion of a CD while it's playing.

My paralysis broke off as if someone splashed cold water on my face. I regained my movement, ran to my room, grabbed the book and ran for my life past the bathroom. I ran to our kitchen and grabbed a matchbox and papers out of the junk drawer. I threw the book in the stainless steel sink (that way I wouldn’t burn down the house.) I lit the paper on fire and threw the book on it as paper would burn the paper. A feeling of joy washed over me, I had overcome this nightmare. This should do it, I thought. I felt kind of proud. I really hope this would get rid of the ghost or nightmare I was facing.

However, my joy was short lived. Without warning, the sink blasted on, full power. It put the fire out almost instantly. I cried in grief. I picked up the book, it was merely blackened up at corners, and otherwise it was perfectly intact. With trembling hands I opened it up, only... the pages were blank now. Confused, I flipped through the pages until I came across one that had eerie symbols and scribbling all over, with one line prominently standing out. "You shouldn’t have done that, Rohit!". Full of fear and rage, I ran outside in the night calling my mom and dad. When they found me outside in the garden, I almost peed my pants.

Looking back at the house, I saw the woman grinning hideously at me through the window, watching me through her empty eye sockets. That's when I fainted. I was hit by a fever for one week and was admitted to the hospital. For one week there were no visions and I did not see that girl. Then I returned home.

No sign of the girl, no crying baby, it was quiet as usual. I don't know how they didn't hear all the commotion. I went back to my room to go to sleep. I inspected the room and there was nothing out of the usual, especially no shadows anywhere. I felt a weight lifted off me, like this evil had been eradicated, or at least unbound from me. I smiled and went to sleep.

Around midnight I went to the bathroom again and switched the light and there she was sitting near the shower. "You should not have done that Rohit!", like a broken record she was repeating those lines over and over again. Somewhere a baby started crying hysterically. I lost my consciousness and that happened yesterday. Rohit finished his story and gazed to me.

Cold sweat trickled down my neck as I sat there petrified. Absorbing the dread in his narration I asked him almost in a croak, "Where do I fit in Rohit?" He almost broke down in tears “Yaar, Bachale mujhe! (Save me!) I will die seeing all this. I did not sleep last night. It's like her shadow follows me everywhere, I hear a baby crying when I am near bathrooms. Mai Marr jaunga Kuch Kar mere bhai. (I will die, do something, please help me out!)

Thinking as rationally as I can I replied, "Look dude, you tried to burn it but the water put out the flames. What if we tear it to pieces and drown it in your house well in the backyard? That will get you rid of that book. Since the woman drowned in water, it must make her spirit weak and maybe she cannot get you back." For the first time I saw a hint of a smile on Rohit's face. "Saale dimag hai tujhe! Kya logic nikala hai (Wow dude, you r clever, that’s a nice logic you have given). Lets shread that stupid book to pieces and drown it." We proceeded to Rohit' room, took that book off his book-shelf (for some strange reason, it felt warm under my fingertips). We went to his garage, took out the lawnmower and fed the book to it. The lawnmower made strange noises, sputtered smoke but nonetheless shredded the books to pieces along with its thick ornamented cover. We wrapped the pieces of book in one big newspaper and drowned it in well in Rohit's backyard.

We were relieved and I assured Rohit that now no one will bother him. I also asked him to call me back if anything happens. One week went by. The next Sunday me and Rohit decided to meet up. He drove to my house in his brand new Pulsar 150 and told me that he was going to the market area to do some heavy duty shopping. "Awesome, maybe I can get some of my stuff as well!", I said enthusiastically. Rohit smiled back, "Come on let’s go." We both got on his bike and drove off for a pleasant evening. We turned down the street and drove down the road to the main market area. In between we had a patch of fields and open space. Looking at the green fields full of waving crop I was having a pleasant smile on my face. And that's when something caught my eye. There was a well in the field besides the cottage and right behind it... SHE was standing! The woman that Rohit described was standing in a freaky, crippled-looking position, her head cocked almost completely sideways, smiling at me. I held in my breath and made some uncomfortable movement. Rohit looked back while driving, confused. “Abee saale marwaega kya? Dhang se baith (Hey dude, be steady, or else we might have an accident) My phone buzzed. I almost jumped, with my heart pounding.

Rohit looked back again "Abee, relax. It’s just your phone. Must be your Mom! Tell Auntie we will have dinner outside and come late around 11". I sighed and replied, "Yeah, sure." We were almost near a road crossing when I received a phone call. I looked at the phone, it was an unknown number and I hit the answer call button. "Hello?", I said. Then my blood ran cold. At the other side of the line, I heard a distinct female voice rasp in a distorted hideous tone, "You shouldn’t have done that, Aamod!"

I grabbed the shoulder of Rohit, he looked back at my terrified eyes. Up further on the road a truck honked loudly and it's breaks screeched, and over the phone a baby started crying!

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