Jots

Dusk ceased earlier than usual and a broken lunar disk was poking its head out of a blurry halo. The winds from the northeast gave out a mysteriously rhythmic burble as if it was a choir reciting mystic Latin verses. The mist that it brought sneaked between the zippers of the jacket and gave a chilly tickle. The sound of trumpets echoed in the valley as the Church band progressed through the streets. The bass of the drum perfectly aligned with the rumbling wind. They sang and danced merrily, holding hands with nature and swirling around her arms. "Hey Sam, I didn't know you were there for the procession.", said Simon with a charming smile. He was swaying and swirling with the pace of the music, holding a pole with a bright lantern on its far end. "Well, it was actually spontaneous. And who on earth can resist this.", laughed Samuel. "I can agree with that statement.", Simon continued his dance moves and handed a mask and a lantern to his friend. Samuel...

December 4, 2:30 AM: Asif rushed towards his bedroom and shut the door in a panic. The masked man will dagger him up in any second. His heartbeat escalated. The chaos ruined his mind into turmoil and resisted his screams. He covered his mouth tightly so that even the slightest shriek was not audible. The lethal scenario let him sense the passing of every goddamn second. His sharpened ears could now sense the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Panic rose and he started to lose his wits. He took a sharp blade in his right hand and the letter on a yellowish paper on his left. The letter read, "You are never alone. I'm always with you, pursuing your soul, healing loneliness." Asif crushed the paper and threw it away with fury. The footsteps deceased paving its way for a gentle knock at the door. He lost his nerves completely and violently gashed his left arm with the blade, right upon the veins. Blood was splattered all over the floor and he screamed out of...