After my first dream, I had more such minor dreams that I don't remember much well, but things went normal for the next few years until, that one incident that still haunts me at night...the fear of closing my eyes and hearing that godforsaken voice, whose mummers resounded in my ears...
This incident especially, even if not in a direct form is known to several of my friends and acquaints, I have always shared this incident of mine in a form of a story with them. Even if they don't believe it to be real, it truly is...no matter how much I want it not to be... It is an incident which took place when I was in my 7th standard, A chilly winter morning with heavy dark clouds filling the whole sky, to be true, I love this type of weather from my childhood, that aromatic fragrance of rain-wet soil and those gloomy pitch-black clouds covering the whole sky not letting a single ray of the sun to pass through them, that dark and eerie ambiance has its own feels. Even though no matter how much I wanted to skip school that day, my parents won't allow me to...
At that time I had gotten old enough to go to school on my own...that's why I went to school alone... it was a regular working school day, at the time of dispersal I was looking for my usual back to home travel partners, but they seemed to be absent that day, I thought to myself "at least, somebody is enjoying the weather at home."
With all these thoughts in my mind, I tried to continue walking down my regular path, it had just rained heavily and the drizzling was still going on, the experience of walking home all alone in such kind of damp and eerie weather was not half bad. My usual path to home was blocked due to some accident caused by the heavy rain...
I was also getting quite wet now, "I should've taken that umbrella when mom told me to do so," I said to myself. I decided to go home from the other route, though it was not quite as populated as the usual route, because of the rain even fewer people were out on the roads than normal. Being not bothered by any of my thoughts, I continued to trek down the path...
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After walking for some time I suddenly started feeling the tension in the air...I started feeling the urge to check my backside for some reason, when I did turn around, at my first glance I noticed nobody, complete solitude, but for a few moments I think I could see a figure at a far enough distance...it seemed to disappear in the fog and mist... not being bothered I continued to walk... after a few moments or so I started getting Goosebumps... I turned around and was shocked to see that the figure was quite closer to me in comparison to before, now I could see it clearly, it felt like a male figure in a greyish raincoat, which was helping him blend in the hazy atmosphere at that time. I was assured that what I saw was not an illusion but truth...I started pacing up, heck! I wanted to run for my life but my legs won't listen to me, it was as if I was having PTSD for something that didn't even happen in the first place. I was trying my best to move as fast as I could then suddenly, I felt a strong grip on my shoulder and it seemed as if both the time and my heart stopped, I was about to faint, then I hear this all grown up yet the soft and silent voice in my ears, "I know you saw it, you better not tell this to anyone or else" he said with a finger on his lips gesture. He said these words to me in English and his accent also felt quite off the place. His voice was so dignified and it seemed as if it was filled with murderous intent even if not towards me, maybe that's why he didn't try to hurt me and just threatened me for whatever reason he did so... I collapsed on my feet after hearing this, I looked up to see no one there and heard a bus passing right beside me and saw the man on the end of the bus, still doing the finger on the lips towards me from behind the mirror, his face was so charismatic,...yet so evil. He seemed like he was not from this land, maybe a foreigner, he had Silver hair and bright red eyes as if they were filled with blood.
The only thing I could hear at that movement was a childish yet creepy tune coming from the bus ...Ting~ ting~ttting....tin...g...t.t.t.t..~~~T.... *W/N ( pain, pain orchestral
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That faded in the fog...and I was left alone shocked kneeling on the road, few moments after an old lady who was passing by picked me up gave me some water... and pulled me back to my senses, after that, I walked home told it to my parents, and everybody just overlapped it with either just a story, a misunderstanding or a prank played on me by some random person looking for some fun... but I know... I know it very well that the fear I experienced at that time from hearing that man's dreadfully malicious yet cold-heartedly silent voice in my ears is something that can never be faked by anyone...
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To this very day, I still feel chills run down my spine when I think about that incident and believe from deep within my soul that this was all related to all those weird dreams and...
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