Nov 3rd 2009, it’s almost been a year since we
moved into this new place of our’s. Well, at least it was new for us. The place
was built way long back that it almost rightfully earned the ‘haunted house’
title. I woke up with my three-month-old puppy standing beside my bed wagging
her tail at the highest speed she could. I guess she knew something was special
that particular day owing to sweets and stuff that was being made. Dad came in
wishing me a very happy birthday!
It was time I acted matured and started doing something
really worthwhile instead of giving away all those sweets and stuff to people.
Mom wanted me to go to the temple as I never did unless this day came each
year. I started getting dressed with those new black outfits I got the previous
day. Black is cool but your parents start hating them once you have a wardrobe
filled with it. We were ready to leave when my dad got a call saying my uncle
was sick and was admitted right away. The news got them worried. I was asked to
stay back home as they didn’t want to spoil my day. They left immediately and
asked me to stay home.
My puppy kept me company all day and I was left with nothing
to do but to fidget with stuff in my brother’s room. He left to abroad and was
settled with his job there. He never did like anyone meddling with his stuff
but then that’s what made me more curious. I was searching around his room to
find something that would kill my boredom. I found the old love letters he
received and with them was this really
old diary I could find. I never knew he wrote one. I skimmed through it and
found that it wasn’t his writing and it was pretty old and I also found it to
be of the year 1981. It got me really curious as to whom it would belong and
why he kept it so secret. I went directly to the same date just to know what
happened exactly 28 years ago. I began reading it.
[ The writing in the
diary.]
Another year has
passed and I find no other person who could heal those wounds. The ones she
gave me. It’s high time for me to move on with life. Sasha, the only thing that
crosses my mind when I wake up on this day every year. Things that begin to
bother me now are that my wife left me a few months ago when she found my diary
with the name ‘sasha’ inscribed all over it. She was lovely and the only thing
that could keep my mind diverted from sasha. But then it was all over. Funny
how life takes it’s own twists at times.
The only thing that keeps me company these days is my dog which found me
three months ago. I was drunk and on the streets and he woke me up before I was
run by some heavy wheels.
I was bored and stopped. All that reading got me hungry and
my house was loaded with sweets that day. I received a call form mom telling
they won’t be back till evening and I was asked to stay home till then. I had
no other choice but to read the book.
‘sash’, that was what
I named him. The least I could do was to name the dog after her for all what
she has done to me. This is just like the usual things I write every year this
day but this day was different from all of them. Friday the 13th was
just around the corner but I guess things just couldn’t wait to go wrong. I was
playing Frisbee with sash when he missed a catch. It was a straight hit to the
gujrati family’s place. Thank god they were out of town!
I said to myself, “Holy shit that’s our place!”
Sash and I went in
leaping above the fence. I went around searching for the Frisbee and left him
behind. Something was bothering him as I walked back with to him with the
Frisbee. He was digging for something. He never did that until today. It got me
really curious. He was digging vigorously and wasn’t listening to anything I
said. It was as if he never noticed me standing in front of him. Then all of a
sudden he found a piece of clothing to which he clenched on. It was exactly the
same black as I was wearing! This got me spooked!
I was dumb-struck and
was just looking at what she was digging further. It was the red Frisbee I was
holding that came out next! The next thing I knew I was trying to jump over the
fence. I got back home, leaving behind sash and found it locked. I was sure I
never locked it! I broke in and found everything messed up I locked it from the
inside and found my favourite black clothing missing! Everything was safe
except for that. Then I went straight in to my room where I found the letters
‘R.I.P’ written on my picture that was framed on the wall. I looked closer and
saw my wife’s signature right below the writing! Someone kept knocking at the
door but I didn’t mind. The next thing that horrified me was sash. He was dead
under my bed with the Frisbee right next to him and it was just minutes ago I
left him at the other house.
It’s time I end this
all! I have lived a good life, though I did have a few hardships, it was a good
one that I’ve lived. Thank you.
Good bye!
Okay, I’m never going to read another diary ever again!
Never going to write one either. But what’s with the black clothing stuff and
this particular day? There must be something written about it! I checked the
last page of the diary where I found something. It read
0,1,1,2,3,5,8….
3, the last number in
the Fibonacci series that has all of it’s predecessors without missing any. Divides
it’s closest predecessor to give 666, meaning the devil!
Holy shit! Wait Friday the 13th, it’s this month
and it was mentioned in the book that it was right around the corner! I kept
quiet until my little puppy started pulling my shirt. I didn’t bother to turn
towards her. Someone was knocking at the door but I was too scared to open the
door. My puppy came right in front of me with a bright red tennis ball with
her, taunting me to play with her! I just realised that I was wearing black
too!
[Door knock continues…..]
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