short essays

Monday, 10 October 2016

The Lonely Road
chap 2

I closed my eyes but in no time I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.

“Listen up son!” said a hoarse voice.
Slowly opening up my eyes I was shocked to see that it was an old man who stood there. Alongside him there stood his dog barking at me. Giving off a sign of relief I opened my mouth when he interrupted again.

“You know son this is not a place to hover around especially at this time of the night. Many awful things happen out here and I bet you don’t want to get involved in any… Do you?”

Nodding my head, I told him where I wanted to go. He looked at me with a suspicious face for quite some time and remarked, “I guess you better find a place to stay today. The roads are not safe son. Better if you start your journey tomorrow because you are still a far way off from your home.”

Considering the circumstances, I thought it was best to follow what he said. He also added, “If you want a place to stay then I could arrange you a room for you today. But only for tonight. I have a bunk that is not into used. Dirty but you can survive through a night.”
Before I could even give an answer he turned his back and shouted out to me to follow him. The gleaming light beaming above my head made my headache. I knew that rest was compulsory and that it would be the best for me to restart again tomorrow.

The man let his dog loose as I saw it run towards the woods. I started to jog towards him cause at this time of the night he was my only hope of survival. Walking along the road behind him he led me to a passage towards the woods. Glancing at his watch a smirk spread over his face which immediately vanished when he looked up towards me and began, “Listen son you take this road and go straight. Don’t turn left or right. Just straight! I will catch up to you in a moment!” I looked up to him startled, “No offense sir but how do you expect me to find your house in the woods alone?” The old man replied, “Go straight SON!”

Hearing him shout at me I took a step back. Observing the worn out road I soon found out the old man was walking away from there. My eyes caught a signboard which clearly wrote, “NO Trespassing! Completely prohibited area!” once again I shouted at him, “Sir it is a prohibited area are we in the right place?”

Standing there he slowly turned his head and glared at me. “Sometimes we have to do somethings which maybe wrong but we are bound to perform because our life is at stake!”

Without further questions asked I walked into the woods along the road towards the greatest fears that lay ahead…     
  
TO BE CONTINUED...