mystery

The clock ticked twelve mid night and the unusual, frightening noises could be heard again.  Sweat trickled down my face.  I knew this was bound to happen.  It had become like a normal routine.  I would hear them for some time and then all would return back to normal.

                                                                                                                                               

Unfortunately, this was the not the case this time.  A web of questions befuddled my mind.  This time, I could not figure out what was in store for me.  I stood up from my cozy bed and shuddered towards the living room.  Within a flutter of an eyelid, I could hear an indistinct hiss followed by a sharp scream.  This was really a hair-raising moment.  Shiver ran down my spine freezing my soul solid.    

                                                           

Petrified, I tip-toed towards the light switch right in front of me.  I raised my hand and I suddenly felt some tiny hands on my waist.  My heart pounded so fast against my chest.  I slowly turned and sighed a relief.  It was no one else but my daughter, Cherry!  “Mom… there is a weird a scary sound from the kitchen!” she cried.  I made a guess that there these sounds were probably the ones I always hear.  I carried her and gave her a ray of hope that everything is okay!

                                                                                                           

I then made my way towards the kitchen.  Fear had taken the better part of me but I still mustered courage to go on and find out what was going on.  Slowly and swiftly, I entered, making sure there was pin-drop silence.  The place was pitch-dark and I would barely see anything in front of me.  I switched on the lights and suddenly heard a utensil fall.  I abruptly turned and I could not believe what I saw.  My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw my husband sweating and panting.  The refrigerator was wide open with surprisingly nothing much in it.  He stood there desperately looking for food and I was so shocked to find him in this state.  All kinds of utensils lay on the floor with peelings of bananas and watermelons.  I could not figure out what her was up to.               

I went next to him and his eyes glistened, he was on the verge of tears.  What is wrong? What was he doing hear in this state?  All these questions crisscrossed my mind.  He sat down and said, “I have some unusual disorder!  This makes me eat amazingly a lot.  I became so desperate for food.  This disorder is found in some people only and, unfortunately… I am one of them!”.  His lips quivered and he was trembling as tears rolled down his cheeks.  My mouth was left agape.  I sat down on the floor trying to understand this mystery that kept nagging my mind at that moment!                                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                            

Written by:                                                                                                                                 Kruti Dipak Patel