Plunged into darkness.

Sudipto was driving home late one night – later than usual, at least. The clock was ticking closer to welcoming the new day. The roads, broad and empty of the never-ending stream of cars, lit with street lamps on both sides, white and blue fairy lights trailing the silver poles. There were no buildings, noContinue reading “Plunged into darkness.”

The House That Wasn’t.

“What is it that is stopping you?” she asked. “Come on in! I am sure the place isn’t haunted.” He stepped in. His torch was slipping from his hands due to sweat. In the eerie silence of the house, the buzzing quiet of the night outside seemed favorable. All those stories he’s heard in hisContinue reading “The House That Wasn’t.”