The day was a bright one. A fresh start at the morning, lots of work at the office. It was a Saturday so my goal was to quickly wrap up my work and return early home for a relaxing weekend.
The day was a bright one. A fresh start at the morning, lots of work at the office. It was a Saturday so my goal was to quickly wrap up my work and return early home for a relaxing weekend. creepy stories
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ankandey
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Do you believe in the supernatural? What if this happens in your own life?

The day was a bright one. A fresh start at the morning, lots of work at the office. It was a Saturday so my goal was to quickly wrap up my work and return early home for a relaxing weekend.

That evening the weather turned into a cloudy, drizzling mess. It made me glad that my work was done and a cozy weekend in my apartment.

It was around 7 O'clock. Sipping on my beer and watching a soccer match. The fireplace emanating a warm vibe, almost lulling me to a sleep.

There was a knock on the door. "Huh, who can be at this time of the day?", I thought. Two more knocks followed. I deliberately shook myself up from the cozy nest and answered the door.

There he was standing Alex, my old time mate and a dear friend. We used to be thick as thieves. From the childhood days of fooling around to the college days, our friendship was undisputed. Though after college, our lives led us on different direction. Still there was reunions during the Christmas. Naturally I was happy to see him again.

Time with Alex was always fun. Talking about all the crazy adventure, or the general craziness in Alex's life was very entertaining. Being the mischievous and wacky person he is, his everyday life was full of weird and silly things. Though this time there was something off about him.

Poor Alex, life was not going well for Alex it seems. He seemed a little spent and the usual sugar high energy of his missing. We talked about our everyday lives, well mostly me while Alex seemed a little out of it. Chugging down beers and gabbing went on late, until I realized it was late. Alex's expression never changed, it almost felt that with passing hours, he felt more and more serene.

When it was nearing midnight, Alex and me finally said our farewell and he left. Being tired that I was, I picked up my toothbrush, brushing absent mindlessly. I noticed he has left his compass. "Well the beer must have really hit us hard", I thought. Alex always kept the compass with him, its from his brother who was martyred during his service in the army. For him to forget it.

I paid no mind to it. He's gonna contact me the next day. The weekend was well spent. I enjoyed my Sunday fishing and visited granny.Turkey and chocolate cake, a real delight to eat and a specialty of granny. Feeding on those delicacies like a hungry traveler, I returned home and retired for the night.

Monday, a new day and fresh new start. Bustling around in the office with dozens of papers and documents, no time to idle around. Then it came a message. The message of dread. Alex has passed yesterday. It was a total shock and rather came to me as a sudden. We met and talked just two days ago. I immediately left for his home. It was 48 mile drive from my office.

"Alex met with an accident on Friday. His car overturned at a rather high speed. His mind was in a coma and even after being rushed to hospital, his chances of survival was rather low", words heard from her mother left me grievous. According to his mother, he breathed his last on Sunday. His favorite compass nowhere to be found. Her mother searched for it desperately at the accident site.

A grievous farewell to my friend and countless fond memories in my mind. My days went on like dull until the next Saturday, drizzly night and dampened weather. Just like it the clock struck 7 and a knock was heard.

What did I do? Well what do you think? I never opened the door, an unearthly feeling swept over me, making me restless and shrouding my thoughts with cruel childhood memories. That night I went to sleep, eyes constantly staring at the window observing the shadow around the the lamp post, as it grows darker.

Now if you were me, my friends "Could you sleep that night?"

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