Myra was elated.
It was her 9th birthday tomorrow and she had already made a considerable amount of guesses about what her parents had planned for her birthday present.
She was on cloud nine and if her decoding of the hints dropped went right, then the life sized teddy bear that she saw once in the mall will be hers in a few hours.
She was getting impatient and checked the clock every now and then. Every minute that ticked away were no less than an hour for her.
Much to her happiness, the clock finally struck 12.
"Happy Birthday Myra!!!"
Her parents shouted in unison and stormed in her room, loaded with gifts and a birthday cake.
Her questioning eyes quickly ran through the heaps of presents and got fixed at a spot. Her face lit up.
"Thank you mumma and daddy. I knew you'll get me the teddy bear. I have even thought of a name for her. Anna. Isn't it nice? Myra's baby Anna." Her voice was exhilarated.
"We are so happy that you liked it. Take good care of her. She's your new friend now.
And now come on, go to sleep. You need to get up early in the morning naa. After all its your day tomorrow."
Being the only child of The Malhotras, Myra's birthday celebration was no less than any extravagant wedding.
Guests blessed her of a bright future and left.
Days passed by.
Myra's friendship with Anna grew stronger day by day.
Her parents were working individuals, so she found solace in her only companion, Anna.
The Malhotra couple were relieved, they no longer needed to feel guilty of leaving their daughter alone at home during their work hours.
However, they failed to notice the sudden abnormal change in her behavior.
She stayed in her room all the time, locked up, and murmuring to herself.
Her mother did notice the changes gradually, but thinking that it might be due to adolescence, she brushed the thoughts aside.
One particular night, after finishing up with their daily chores, her mother went to lull her Myra to sleep.
"Good night my princess, sleep well", her mother kissed her on the forehead and got up to leave.
She turned off the lights.
"Mumma, am scared. There's someone under my bed, everytime. Whatever I do, it's always there. Please don't leave me alone." Myra uttered feebly.
"Am tired of your stories Myra. We have talked about it before, and even checked under the bed so many times, there's nothing and no one. Its all in your head baby. Please for once behave like your age and watch cartoons rather than Fear Files. Okay? Now be a good girl and sleep quickly." Her mother left.
She couldn't sleep.
The curtains swayed to and fro, making whizzing sounds and letting the moonlight in through it. The air around her suddenly turned blood freezing cold and she could feel sweat drops at the back of her neck.
The silence was creepy and she could hear the heart beating fast inside her.
Her gaze fell on the mirror and it sent shivers down her spine. She felt an eerie presence in the room.
Scanning the room with squinted eyes for any signs of unnatural existence, her breathing grew heavier.
The cupboard door creaked and fear engulfed the better of her. She rushed out of her room with all her might.
"Daddy, am scared. Can I sleep with you and mom? There's someone under my bed." She said, panting.
"Ssshhh... Calm down baby. You'll sleep with us today. But before that, papa will go to Myra's room and see what is it that frightened my little girl so much. Okay?
Ain't you my brave daughter? Come, let's go and see."
He entered the room and switched on the lights.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED HER WHEN SHE COMPLAINED OF HAVING SOMEONE UNDER THE BED" were the words inscribed on the wall with what appeared to be blood.
Considering it to be the heights of her pranks, he turned back to thrash his daughter. She wasn't there.
He froze at the spot. His throat felt dry.
With heavy steps, he went to check under her bed.
What he saw next made him feel dizzy and blurred his vision.
Under the bed, was his daughter, quivering with her knees drawn close, hollow blood shot eyes and unkempt hair, who appeared no where close to his chirpy Myra, uttered with an ear piercing voice, "There's someone on my bed Daddy."
He looked up. And found Myra laughing uncannily.
Anna, who was always there on the bed, was missing...
--Apurba Mandal
It was her 9th birthday tomorrow and she had already made a considerable amount of guesses about what her parents had planned for her birthday present.
She was on cloud nine and if her decoding of the hints dropped went right, then the life sized teddy bear that she saw once in the mall will be hers in a few hours.
She was getting impatient and checked the clock every now and then. Every minute that ticked away were no less than an hour for her.
Much to her happiness, the clock finally struck 12.
"Happy Birthday Myra!!!"
Her parents shouted in unison and stormed in her room, loaded with gifts and a birthday cake.
Her questioning eyes quickly ran through the heaps of presents and got fixed at a spot. Her face lit up.
"Thank you mumma and daddy. I knew you'll get me the teddy bear. I have even thought of a name for her. Anna. Isn't it nice? Myra's baby Anna." Her voice was exhilarated.
"We are so happy that you liked it. Take good care of her. She's your new friend now.
And now come on, go to sleep. You need to get up early in the morning naa. After all its your day tomorrow."
Being the only child of The Malhotras, Myra's birthday celebration was no less than any extravagant wedding.
Guests blessed her of a bright future and left.
Days passed by.
Myra's friendship with Anna grew stronger day by day.
Her parents were working individuals, so she found solace in her only companion, Anna.
The Malhotra couple were relieved, they no longer needed to feel guilty of leaving their daughter alone at home during their work hours.
However, they failed to notice the sudden abnormal change in her behavior.
She stayed in her room all the time, locked up, and murmuring to herself.
Her mother did notice the changes gradually, but thinking that it might be due to adolescence, she brushed the thoughts aside.
One particular night, after finishing up with their daily chores, her mother went to lull her Myra to sleep.
"Good night my princess, sleep well", her mother kissed her on the forehead and got up to leave.
She turned off the lights.
"Mumma, am scared. There's someone under my bed, everytime. Whatever I do, it's always there. Please don't leave me alone." Myra uttered feebly.
"Am tired of your stories Myra. We have talked about it before, and even checked under the bed so many times, there's nothing and no one. Its all in your head baby. Please for once behave like your age and watch cartoons rather than Fear Files. Okay? Now be a good girl and sleep quickly." Her mother left.
She couldn't sleep.
The curtains swayed to and fro, making whizzing sounds and letting the moonlight in through it. The air around her suddenly turned blood freezing cold and she could feel sweat drops at the back of her neck.
The silence was creepy and she could hear the heart beating fast inside her.
Her gaze fell on the mirror and it sent shivers down her spine. She felt an eerie presence in the room.
Scanning the room with squinted eyes for any signs of unnatural existence, her breathing grew heavier.
The cupboard door creaked and fear engulfed the better of her. She rushed out of her room with all her might.
"Daddy, am scared. Can I sleep with you and mom? There's someone under my bed." She said, panting.
"Ssshhh... Calm down baby. You'll sleep with us today. But before that, papa will go to Myra's room and see what is it that frightened my little girl so much. Okay?
Ain't you my brave daughter? Come, let's go and see."
He entered the room and switched on the lights.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED HER WHEN SHE COMPLAINED OF HAVING SOMEONE UNDER THE BED" were the words inscribed on the wall with what appeared to be blood.
Considering it to be the heights of her pranks, he turned back to thrash his daughter. She wasn't there.
He froze at the spot. His throat felt dry.
With heavy steps, he went to check under her bed.
What he saw next made him feel dizzy and blurred his vision.
Under the bed, was his daughter, quivering with her knees drawn close, hollow blood shot eyes and unkempt hair, who appeared no where close to his chirpy Myra, uttered with an ear piercing voice, "There's someone on my bed Daddy."
He looked up. And found Myra laughing uncannily.
Anna, who was always there on the bed, was missing...
--Apurba Mandal
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Very scary....nice!!!
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