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Photo by Quinn Buffing on Unsplash  Keerthi eventually posted her article about the Mumbai familicide. She was dizzy and her eyelids started dripping. After clicking the publish button on the interface, she desperately wanted to close her laptop and doze off. But it was then, she noticed something strange on her screen. It was Instagram with a red dot on top of it. She clicked to open it. There was a message from someone called Javier.       ‘She’s coming.’      ‘7 nights and 6 days,' was the message from that person. She was too tired to think about that message. She just closed the lid of the laptop and dozed off to sleep.  The next morning,      The clock was running past eight and she was still sailing deep in sleep. It was then, her mobile started ringing so loud as it used to ring all the time. After a few rings, she realised it and woke up to answer that call. It was Bharath.      ‘What’s the matter? Let ...

Photo by Noah Silliman on Unsplash      Keerthi was twenty-two years old and she was a writer. She used to write stories, and articles under different blogs and sometimes she used to write for several news agencies. She was running a website on her own. In which she featured her stories and articles. She was quite famous among her circle of writers. She used to live in a one-bedroom flat in Coimbatore. Despite writing content and stories, she had great interest towards witchcraft and the existence of evil spirits. She has a dedicated room for her studies related to this stuff in her house. Not many people knew her interest towards demonic studies. But she had a friend who knew everything about her.       Bharath was a year younger than his friend Keerthi. They were so close that they knew everything about each other. Bharath was Keerthi’s college junior. Since that time, they have been close to each other. He was a writer too. While Keerthi used to wr...

A kind note to all the readers, This is the third episode of the series named “The Witch I fell in love with.” I suggest you to read the first two episodes before reading it.      ‘Wake up,’ a disembodied voice hit my ears from a place that was away from my sight. The voice was smoky, soothing, comforting and sweet. There is no man in this world who could possibly hate a person with such a sweet voice. I was very much curious to see the woman behind that voice. I started walking in the direction of that voice. I knew I was dreaming. Unlike the previous dream, this one was quite beautiful to my eyes but filled with wiggling worms and a disgusting odour that was following me from the previous dream. I was not a noobie to such dreams. I used to dream a lot and I’ve seen places which were much worse than this. But, the one thing that was new to me was the voice. I never heard such a voice in any of my dreams. All those voices I heard were the screaming minions and shrilli...

A kind note to the readers,             I request you to read the previous post once again before you read this one. Thanks.      I noticed my grandma’s telephone that was ringing. I was shocked to witness that strange happening. ‘How is it possible for a dead telephone to ring like that?’ I doubted my own sense. My legs crawled towards the old phone and my hands were shivering. Having a little courage and a heart full of fear and anxiety, I made up my mind to answer the call. The anxiety to know the person behind the call drove my fear away. I slowly held my hand to the receiver and gently lifted it from its place of rest. It was as silent as a mother’s womb, like a dead man’s voice. A minute later, I felt somet disturbance inside my head. A voice, not the one I heard before. I closed my eyes to concentrate much deeper. It was a woman, a voice of a woman, a woman I never met before. ‘Wake up,’ she whispered from ...

     On a pleasant evening, I was there waiting for you in a place where the sky was covered with a blanket made of roses, cute little cupids with beaks singing and the trees were dancing to the tune of love. Then came the minions of colours to add some nectar to the place and finally, the carrier came, carrying the scent of your love to where I was waiting for you. I made sure that every inch of that place was filled with the love I had for you. There you came, like a queen’s envoy to her king, like a Rose to Jack, like an Olivia to Orsino, with your never-ending charm. You came in, like a fjord, that goes deep inside the heart of the land.      All of a sudden, I felt something strange happening around me, every step you took forward, I began to move away from you. It was not my feet that were moving. I felt the scent of ghouls around me. I felt like, I was held tight to their hands that took me away. It was then, that I lost the scent of your love, the...