So,
they were spending the day in warm kitchen while they helped Mrs. Martin in
cooking. After dinner they moved to lounge. There was a large screen flat LED
television with heavy sound system. Behind them was a large glass window on
wall, from where the full moon could be seen peeping through dark clouds. As
they entered the lounge & switch the TV on, Mr. Martin put on the channel
showing Spanish league Match between Barcelona & Madrid. Soon Mrs. Martin
caught hold of the remote & flipped through channels, when Rick asked her
to stop at Home Box Office channel, the weekend night matinee was about to
start, that they soon found, was film Nightmare on Elm Street.
The
family gladly settled upon it, as a horror movie was only good way to add some
excitement in that dull day.
The
film began with a boy napping in a trailer restaurant & he suddenly stabbed
himself with a knife. His lady friend started having dreams of a furnace and a
scar faced man trying to kill her.
Mr. Martin
was watching film with a serious expression. Mrs. Martin often gave a horrified
expression but Rick was being very involved as his deep emotions changed on
every scene showed. Then in the film the scarce faced rose his hand that in
place of fingers contained a hook & as his hand lower the hook buried in
the chest of the girl & cut her till stomach, a flood of blood rose and
splashed.
Lights
thundered behind them, whole sky lit for a while & then loud thunders made
them jump. Mrs. Martin almost let out a cry. Rick was covered in sweat.
‘Fredrick,
no, not Fredrick, I am your uncle Freddy, do you want to see the hidden
chamber, let’s play hide & seek there?’ the scarce faced man moved toward a
boy, the boy shouted and jumped off a cliff. In real he fell off his bed &
woke up. There the window in front of him was broken by Fredrick as he
forcefully hit his hook on the window. The glass broke with screech &
noise.
May be
it was the originality of sound that strongest sound system couldn’t adopt or
may be something hit Mrs. Martin on back that felt like a piece of glass, that
Mrs. Martin look towards the glass window on her back. The glass was shattered.
On
this, Mrs. Martin pulled Rick towards her & shouted for Mrs. Martin. He was
still watching the film. Before he looked towards the window on his wife’s
scream. His eyes met hers and the horror in them gave him the message. He
wanted to tell her that the glass might be broken due to some stone or
lightening, but he couldn’t. He indicated her something back, through eyes
& ran towards table where he left his car keys.
At this
point the lights went off. Now Mr. Martin wanted to scream too. He was feeling
around things to find his keys while his heart pondered as high as a loud
speaker. Surely he was comforting himself by reasoning the storm for black out
and some God-damned stone driven by winds for the break out yet something about
circumstances were assuring himself that he can’t do it. He can’t be assuring
himself with any reasons. And then he got them, around a foot above the table
surface hanging in air, or probably on a hook, or on a hooked hand…
Martin
raced with keys. He raced to the car where his wife clutched his son, looking
as frightened as nothing. Mr. Martin drove through the terrain and only halted
at a hotel in nearest town. They checked in for night, yet none of them could
manage a doze off. Next day they reached home and cancelled their trip; some
time Mr. Martin managed to sell off the hut.
Whenever
they discussed about that night in future, somehow they laughed at their
extra-ordinary imagination. Of course it was rain all the way. The hut was
quite harmless.
Then
one day they received strange news. A girl who had arrived to the area for
holidays was found dead in the hut living room with her chest slit open with a
hook.
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