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Trapped.

portal

“Must be century old.. isnt it?”
“Correction.. its centuriesssss.. old. Locals believes these structure might be very first structure of these town and that its still exists in good condition..even though no one stays here nor anyone dares to enter.”
“But the gate is open.”
“Yes it was always like that. Unlocked. It is said that at night wierd voices comes from inside. Thats why no one comes or stays in these lane. I bought you here to show this structure coz u love ancient structures and you are my guest n visiting first time to my home town to meet my family sweetheart.”
“I love you. Let me take some pictures of this place. Gates, carvings n overall haunting view is so majestic.”
“Nooo. She screamed and stopped him from clicking.”
“What happened?”
“Dont take pictures of these place. Its like invitation for curse to follow whoever clicks the picture. People says whatever curse or spirit that resides inside follows that person. There are several incidents that whoever had clicked these place had disappeared or something bad happened. You not clicked.. did you?”
“No i didnt.”
“Now lets go back , mom must be waiting at home.”
“Lets go.”
“Don’t you feel cold?”
“Yes it’s freezing cold.”
“Instead of walking we should have drive.”
Sometimes walking gives pleasure. Hand in hand, leisure talks and sweet kisses in between..” he said with kissing her lips.
“Yes.. walking not bad actually.” She smiled n kissed him back holding his arms started walking.
He removed mobile from his pocket. There was a picture of that gate which he managed to click just before she stopped him.
He looked behind. The gate n their carvings everything was as if it was staring back at him.
He quickly deleted picture.
Aftr hvng dinner he cme to his room n switched off light.
Morning he opens his eyes and get up from bed confused, “Where am I?”
He goes towards the window n stare in shock… “Its not possible. I am dreaming.. i know i am dreaming… wake up damn it …wake uppppp… wake uppppp…” he screams. He ran to open doors but it was locked.
Scared he ran back towards window for help, but No one was on the deserted street except fog and errie silence. Between fog the wierd creature carvings staring back at him.

-Soul Connection