Here's another thrilling story for y'all !
IT'S FIVE TO FRIDAY
It was a dark night - like nights are supposed to be. But that night was unusually dark. An eerie perfume flew with the wind.
Even the flowers smelt foul. The chalice-like Tulips had drooped. The moon was high up in the sky, spreading its shimmering light all around.
The garden outside Nate Wright's window looked calm and beautiful in the moonlight. But little did he know that something was secretly going on around him - maybe against him.
Nate was never afraid of anything because since childhood, he had a habit of living without his parents, being in a hostel. Now that he was 27, he lived with just one company - his dog, Scuff, who was young and active.
He had brought Scuff to somewhat reduce his loneliness in his big mansion. Yes, that's right - he lived in a mansion. No doubt he earned pretty well. Although Scuff was sometimes a big headache, Nate loved him a lot.
Nate was just afraid of one thing - howling or hooting noises. People called him weird because of that but only he knew what he had gone through. Every time he heard a dog howling, a painful memory of his brother Owen's death came back with a keener sting.
It was just another usual Friday. Same old annoying boss at office, same old loud scuff.
That was the very night, when something freaky was going on under Nate's big mansion - with him being totally unaware. Scuff was getting restless, and he only did that when he was either hungry or scared. The circumstances and chances both pointed towards the latter.
"Five people from the SoulBells road have already been MISSING! Alerts have been-" Shouted the huge, sharp-voiced reporter on the T.V. when Nate changed the channel in boredness.
"Same missing people's news all over! So boring, ain't it, Scuff?" Nate asked Scuff as if he would understand.
"Woof! Woof!" Was its reply.
"Let's go to sleep, buddy!" Nate carried Scuff to the bedroom.
Nate was too tired to stay awake anymore, so he drifted off to sleep seconds after going to bed.
It was still dark when Scuff got up from his sleep, because he heard a noise downstairs. He ran down the over-sized, well-polished staircase, barking his lungs out which woke Nate up. Nate annoyingly chased him and complained, "Scuff! It's just 3 A.M. Boy!"
Scuff ignored his call and headed where the voice led him. The intensity of the voice was too low to be heard by a human being. But then, as they went closer to the basement, the voice got louder. Loud enough to burst the hardest eardrums.
But Nate didn't seem to care about the loudness of it, because he was already shaken, facing the only fear of his life - howling.
It was as if a thousand werewolves were howling; so loud as if it was the last time they were ever howling.
Scuff was automatically hypnotized and he followed them - he started howling as well. It was for the first time that Nate wanted to rip scuff to shreds.
But to his own shock, Nate wasn't screaming, he wasn't scared anymore. It was because he felt a familiar warmth engulfing him.
A human-like figure appeared just from somewhere inside the smoke.
Nate couldn't see its face, but he could sense it smiling, calling him closer. As soon as the moonlight fell over the figure's face, Nate's mouth dropped open.
"Owen?" Nate observed him closely.
"Brother - I've committed so many sins to come to meet you." The figure whispered in a meek voice. It was Owen, Nate's late brother.
"What sins?"
"I had to kill five people to land on Earth."
As soon as Owen said this, a memory from that disturbing news channel flashed in Nate's mind.
Five People Missing.
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