Roha was tossing and turning in the bed,her mind a violent whirlwind of thought.Though she knew she should be relieved on being off the hook by informing the police yet she was constantly haunted by a hollow feeling in her stomach that told her something was amiss.She didn't simply seem to put a finger on it and the thought disturbed her.Her brain felt like a wrought sponge,its stuffings squeezed out.
Just as she was feeling drowsy,absolutely whacked, something very important from the night before struck her like a bolt of lightning.She jumped up on the bed,her heart beating feverishly due to her sudden,probable epiphany.The words resonated in her ears continously.
'That old crackpot is still doing rounds,letting us milk for its worth.'
'That old crackpot..........'
Though Roha knew that it was a mere possibility yet she was filled with a conviction.After a lot of pondering,she decided to take the risk,but this time alone.......
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It was well beyond midnight.Darkness and silence embraced the town,nothing like the day time hustle-bustle.The stream passed by stealthily,reflecting the beauty of night sky in its blacks.The culvert was just as forbidding looking as ever.The woods beyond it queerly still-dead looking.
Roha gulped,clutching the flash light tightly in her sweaty palms-sense of de javu was overwhelming.She stepped on the ancient bridge cautiously.The rusted metal creaked with every step that she took,chilling her spine,making her question her own decision of coming alone.Suddenly a wolf howled in the distance,making her heart jump out of her skin.
She looked up horrified to see a great chestnut horse coming towards her majestically from the depth of the forest, and on it sat a man.He was tall and well-built and flaunted clothes that had been out of vogue at least for a decade.He wore blackest of scowls on his face which radiated tyranny and contempt.
Roha was benumbed at the spectacle in front of her.Her throat was dry and her limbs were paralysed due to fear.She couldn't move a single muscle,not even to blink.
The old curled his lips in a lone grimace,showing his mottled teeth.He raised his claw-like hand to attack.
Roha squeezed her eyes tightly shut,shuddering madly,thinking she was about to die.
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