’twas the night before Diwali.
I was in the middle of the pages of a book that bore the stately figure of Edgar Allen Poe, coupled with the ominous presence of a Raven, oh shoot, I’ll say it; it was a crow. Absorbed by the horror betwixt his words, I had grown a particular vulgar proclivity to the paranormal; and oddly enough, I felt a tapping somewhat louder than before.
It’s not what you think.
I needed to pee.
Laying down my book under the lamp light that gloated o’er within an otherwise nocturnally defined room, I stepped into the darkness, feeling about for the knob that was to be the gateway for my nature’s call, so desperately pure.
Long I stood there; wondering, fearing, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dare dream before, whereupon behind the translucent widow that sealed away the foul smell of my washroom from the outside world, I heard a noise, akin to a person heavily breathing.
Disregarding my affiliation to the painfully obvious, I consummated my aforementioned proclivity along with a disdaineous sense of horror and open’d wide the window-lattice (no clue – I had to google what ‘lattice’ is too).
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into my chamber turning, all my dashed hopes of horror within me burning, soon again, I heard a breathing – somewhat louder than before.
Surely there is something at my window lattice, I pretend to know the words I use to talk to darkness, as I u-turn and attempt to investigate yet again the Rubicon that is my window lattice, protecting me from the horror it so barriers.
Adrenaline pumping fast, I, yet again, second-guessing, yet no syllable expressing, “Come now, you are a man of logical disposition. Surely, there is an animal stuck, perhaps in the pipes therein,” I exclaimed into total darkness – I was alone.
The thirst of curiosity began to sense the sweet water in the form of unnecessary information presenting itself, and therefore, with a deep breath and a good deal of convincing myself that no-one-will-see-me-even-if-was-wrong, I threw open the window lattice to find a house abutting mine, also having a window facing mine.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me. Within the background of the night’s plutonian shore, I gazed at the house adjoining mine, where the heavy sound pounded and pounded upon the window, which did not function effectively as a sound proof.
The window bore a pristine transparency, both in form and my mind’s clarity, which consequented itself to my head being softly nurtured by the auspices of my pillow with more than a giggle or two. Whereupon, when I drove myself to open up the window, there was a little scream, followed by a crashing noise.
The two school children in the door opposite mine, had stumbled upon, lets’ say, a collection of videos, of men and women in the ‘act’. I suppose their own curiosity had borne them a fancy, and their act truly did beguile my fear into smiling.
Love conquers fear, I guess.