THUD. THUD. THUD.
The time was 4:00 am, when Milan heard this voice and woke up. He was in his bedroom. To his right, his wife Rossy was deep in her sleep. She didn't hear that noise. Milan got to his feet and saw the time in his Sonata wrist watch. He put on his spectacles which were kept on the writing table. He searched for the water jug and found it on the table which was neat to the window.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
He was frightened on hearing the same noise once again. His wife Rossy didn't show any response. He decided to drink some water and went near to the table. The window was open and when Milan took the jug in his hands, he found that there was no water. He was shocked to see a hand, which was holding the window. He thought that it was a thief. But two legs came down vertically from the top.
Milan's adrenaline started to increase its production. The legs continued to come down and Milan came to know that it was a man.
While the legs came vertically downwards, the hands started to climb vertically up and Milan realized that it was a lady. The lady was wearing a torn T-shirt and it was printed with the words,
I am ur FATE
Milan could feel his body full of sweats. The man and the lady had terrible faces and they laughed out loudly. The man had a hole in his forehead and the lady had a scar on her forehead.
"Who are you?" Milan yelled.
He sensed that some fluid was dropping on his head. He touched it and was taken up as the fluid was blood. He moved his head up and found a seventeen year old boy hanging vertically downwards holding a huge hammer in his hands. Blood was dripping out from his head.
The man had a gun in his hands and the lady had an iron bar in her hands. They counted,
Three. Two. One
The man and the lady came into the room and the man fired the gun and the lady smashed the iron bar on Milan's head and the boy at the ceiling smashed the huge hammer on Milan's head. Blood spattered.
"No!" Milan yelled.
He was sitting on his bed. His wife Rossy extended him a glass of water to drink and Milan realized that it was a dream.
"What had happened?" Rossy asked.
"Nothing. It was just a bad dream." Milan said and he lay down once again to sleep. He knew that who those three ghosts were. He also knew that why did they kill him in the dream.