I am on my way

 

 
"You have to wait for your moment", I hear the heroine's voice. I smirk. "Why would anyone want to wait for a creepy experience!" He guffaws. "You have to wait for your moment".

I mull over that statement. I have lived in college hostels enough, the birthplace of some of the most paranoid paranormal stories. How in a room no.13 two roommates had been talking an entire night, only to know one of them had passed away at the washroom right after dinner, mysterious knocks on the door past midnight with a background voice of a dog howling. I remember how I had huddled with my friends listening to those stories. And another brave hostelite 'summoned' a soul with an Ouija board. I have never had that "moment". Would I ever have one? Would I wantI was all by myself in the house. I was sitting by my favourite spot in the house. My room window sil. I was gazing at the road. It is usually a quiet and not very active road. A few passersby occasionally. But that day, the road was bustling with activity. More than once I caught 2 men staring at me, with their mouths open. I muttered 'lecherous men!' And then that creepy vegetable vendor was showing some actions. Then he mouthed 'Oh My God!' and ran away. I turn around.I am standing there. I am cupping my hand on my forehead. There is a deep blow on my head. I am trying to hide from someone. I hear footsteps up the staircase. I see my attacker come up to look for me. I hear a loud curse. I'm in the small crevice between the window sil and my cupboard. I'm gasping for breath and bleeding dangerously. I hear the main door open.
My attacker smiles and comes to the window to look out. I am spotted. The devilish grin that spreads across the masked face, those eyes look distant, cold, murderous. I am being pulled by my tresses. I manage to push the attacker aside and run. The staircase screams of blood. I reach the arms of the man in front of me. He doesn't hold me. He calmly reaches for his cigarette. I am witnessing the entire episode with half a dozen other people.

As I circle around, I hear myself pleading to let go. But I see him turn his back to me. He signals to my attacker, behind me. I run helter skelter throwing everything in my way to stop him. The man is calm, still smoking the cigarette. I see the attacker finally reach for me and stab me. I tug at the mask and pull it down. I register the face - it is mine!

Half a dozen people are inside the house. It's a crime scene. The room looks in order but I rewind it to that fateful day. I show them. See!! This is how I met my end. They gasp aloud! The one who lives here is not me, it's my twin!

1 run out of the house. There is a huge crowd now. I look at my window sil. I'm sitting there. I'm smiling. The events are playing out behind me, as if in a loop:They are being taken away by uniformed men. They, who, watched with glee while my life slowly ebbed away. I walk up to them and I whisper, "you have to wait for your moment". My laughter echoes in the air and is sure to haunt them for the rest of their lives.

I open my eyes. It's dark all around me. I smell the wet earth. I get up. I look around. I don't know where I am. I push myself up on my knees. Where am I? I stand on my feet. I feel light. I trudge along a path, I don't know where I'm going. I look up, the sky is dark, it maybe night. I must have lost my way. Or maybe I'm on my way.