Hell on Earth

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The clock showed 3:05 a.m.

“Who’s at our door at this time?” Fariya exclaimed.

“I’ll answer the door.” Their mom answered and cautiously moved towards the door.

The door was quite old and devoid of a peephole.

“Who’s there?” Sultana asked.

Noone answered.

As Sultana turned around another knock sounded.

Knock! Knock!

“Just open the door. Maybe someone is in need of help.” Yameen suggested.

As Fariya’s mom opened the door she was shocked to see a small boy standing in the doorway. His head was split from between and blood was oozing out. His eyes were completely void of any emotion. His face was covered with blood.

“What happened to you baita?” Sultana gasped.

“Come in quickly.” She opened the gate wide open.

“Can I please get my ball back?” The boy asked her blankly.

“Who’s there?” Fariya asked.

Sultana ignored both questions. She was more concerned for the boy’s wellbeing than his ball. She turned around and addressed Yameen.

“Please bring the first aid box.”

As she turned back the boy was gone as if he had disappeared in thin air. She thought that the kid got scared and hid somewhere. Sultana went out and examined the stairs but no one was there.

“Baita? Don’t hide we won’t hurt you. I’ll get you a new ball as well.”

But no one replied. Everything was quiet.

“Mom? Who was there?” Fariya asked her mother once again.

Sultana went inside and shut the door.

“A kid was here. He was hurt. His head was split and blood was oozing out. I asked him to come inside but he disappeared.” Sultana replied.

“WHAT?! Did he say anything?” Fariya asked in horror.

“Yeah. He asked for a ball.” Sultana replied and exclaimed “Weird!” thinking loudly.

Fariya paled and looked at her sister who looked like as if she was about to faint. Tears welled up in her eyes and she rushed towards the bathroom to avoid any confrontation.

Rumours are true. Something is here. What if they kill us? Should I tell mom and dad?

Fariya was horrified. She clutched the sides of wash basin so tightly that her knuckles turned white as she stared at herself in the mirror and tried to calm down her thoughts.

She shook in horror as she heard a child’s scream and a shrill dark laughter.

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