The prisoner of sand castle
ISBN-13: 978-1505309669 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
BISAC: Fiction / Fantasy / General
Jaya sat there staring at the computer screen, she was feeling exceptionally drowsy, most probably Mohit was right, the vapor of alcohol was creating an effect on her brain she was a teetotaler thus easy prey.
Everything was normal on the computer, the passages were empty; so were the rooms. There was no sound but the orchestra of different types of breathing coming out of the nostrils of her friends.
Then she heard it. The sound of anklet bells, distinct sound announcing each footstep of the wearer coming from the passage outside.
She quickly stepped out, hoping for a glimpse but there was no one. Only the clear sound of bells moving away from her was sounding in the corridor.
The corridor was moderately lit, there was no sign of anyone there but the sound of the bells was as clear as the breathing of her friends coming from the room she has just left.
She started to follow the sound it took her across the passage, down the stairs to the basement.
After the noisy afternoon and evening the night was eerily silent, all they could hear was loud monotonous chorus of crickets and occasional hoot of an owl.
The darkness outside the window was so intense that she felt she could reach out and touch it, and it too can reach out and grab her.
A shudder ran down her spine
She dipped her face in his curly hair and kissed his head when she heard his story.
“Tell me what else you see!” she softly smiled.
He rushed out of the kitchen when he realized that she was thinking it a bluff, she stood there with a huge smile, mixed with a little awe at his power of imagination.