Flash Fiction (part one)

The room door swung open, letting the muted sunlight of early morning bathe the interior. “Shut the door and bar it,” shouted Aastha. Her mind was pacing and her head was pounding. Ankush entered the living room his eyes moist and red.

She remembered waking up contented and happy an hour back. Following the monotonous routine she headed towards her father in law’s room with a steaming hot cup of tea. Aastha entered the room waiting for the customary blessing he disinterestedly uttered every day.
Her father in law lay lifelessly near the bathroom door. “Ankush, Jyoti, Rohan…” she squealed.

And here on her nightmare began.


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