It was mundane work as usual. Last nights hangover! My head hurts, so are legs, doctor can't say same ol' shit. It doesn't seem staring in tranquility will work. I was killing work time;bored to death. She started undressing; Someone help me. She needed hand lost in transition,I was horny. I need to get work done.But she is waiting for something else. Transfixed on her I decided to call her immediately. But she didn't answer the phone. "What the hell!" I thought of her two sons who were handicapped. They were all in illusion of the good world. Then he called, but she was in the shower. She was thinking of him. She was hoping he would leave her alone. But no, how could he, he was in love, with a married woman with two kids and one on the way. She had always been his love, ever since they first met when he was 5 and she was 3. Drowned in her thoughts he decides to call her up again and finally gets connected to the other end, "Hello Catherine!" he goes."You again..." she answers. Avoiding the trivial chit-chat, he musters enough courage to tell her the horrible news, "Listen carefully, for I will never repeat this.Do you remember that old lady."

 "It was two years ago, on this very day, and i was driving home from work when it all happened." It was raining hard outside and terrible storm was rattling over the tin roof above him. "Old lady called me again!!" He muttered catching his breath. "Beware, young man", she had warned him with that ominous voice,"A day will come when all your mortal desires shall cause you much great harm, and you shall have to make  a pact with the devil himself to release you from  the eternity of hell--the pains and the suffering." Before he could reply back he had heard the click from the other end. His final decision as to whether or not to believe the ominous call would have to be his own, he thought, while there was gentle knock on his door. He was afraid to answer to door, the call has taken half his sense away. The other half sense does not work anyway; he is blind in one eye and deaf in one ear. Well not really but thats what his mother always says coz he is so distracted these days! He takes a peek.  â€œWhat the….” The hallway is dark, too dark. It seems like someone has taken out all the light bulbs. “Damn Mexicans!!!”, he mutters under his breath. "Trying to sell taco at this hour of night!"

Crippled from last week's accident, he languishingly limps through the dark corridor, holding tightly onto a 0.357 Magnum only to find a shadow lurking at the other end of the wall. "Show yourself...or I'll shoot" , he yells at the general direction of the shadow while  moving slowly towards  it.