‘What a movie! What a movie! It was creepy with jerk sauce. Never seen any movie like that recently . Nailed it.’ – Raman Said in his jolly good way.
A sudden knock on the door stopped him to say further.
‘Who can it be soo late?’ – Arora murmured.
A vague figure was visible on the side door glass.
Raman tried to look through it before opening. Slightly hesitates then opens it.
‘ come on man, it’s me Zed. ‘
‘ Holy, how can you be soo early? You were supposed to be here around 11pm . Anyway, let’s head to the go go land’.
Arora, Raman and Zed headed out to the weird house three blocks away. They call it ‘ Psycho abode’. Zed said ‘you know a man named Joshua Shore aka Joshee lives there. One look at you and you may feel that’s the end of your life. Most of the time Joshee wears sunglasses, even at night. Whoever saw his eyes, depicts its unbearable evil sight. But if you can make him drink at your expense you may be able to look into his eyes. He doesn’t drink with his sunglasses on.’ Arora is not much of a talker usually. But tonight they noticed she was talking way too much. All mumbo jumbo. It’s like this is the first time she is speaking, as if she won’t be able to talk anymore. Raman even tried to stop her.
‘You won’t get a discount even if you talk too much ‘ – Zed smirks.
They entered the lobby of the nearest bar beside ‘ Psycho abode’. There he was. His back towards the entry door of the bar. Pin drop silence, just a kling sound of ice cubes kissing the glass. Arora was stunned by his look, well she couldn’t see his face , but that brawny physique really is alluring to the beholder. She gasped turning as pale as she could be when she saw his fingers holding the drink. Something supernatural in those fingers. Those nails were like talons. Aurara plopped down on the stool beside the man. There was something on the air, something a little alluring which affected aurora wrongly. As if she could have kissed him out of nothing. The man was still, only movement was him shaking the glass slightly.
‘ Hey Aur come down here.’ Zed chirped. Just then the man on the stool turned a little towards aurora. Stunned, she quietly rose and went to the table where Zed, Raman were sitting.
That night a weird dream engulfed the three of them. One lusty hand gripping a knife in one hand holding whiskey glass in the other hand slowly approaching towards them. One glance with corner eye, eerie atmosphere, kling sound of glass- everything was dreadful. They all dreamt of a girl screaming and that bartender from hiding behind the bar stand shouted ‘ Psycho ‘.
It’s been three days since others have seen Raman, Zed, Aurora. Neighbour Mr Cas rang their doorbell few times. Police arrived. When entered they saw no-one but a newspaper on the center table with a big headline ‘ Three people vanished like thin air, last seen inside the ‘Psycho abode’. One half finished whiskey glass was beside the newspaper.
