This time though he didn’t had to knock on the door. The door opened itself. It was the same house as he had seen at that time. But it was different there was a massive difference.

The house looked clean. There were many things, bed cupboard, decorations all looked old but clean. Vishwa was surprised by the change, but then he looked toward the kitchen, not everything was Visible. But from what Vishwa was able to see. The kitchen had remained the same. The similar dread gripped Vishwa. But this time it was something more. As if it was his instinct that wanted to stop him from looking into the kitchen.

But Vishwa steeled himself and looked in the kitchen. It was same, a knife, bones, carcass, but something was different. There was something that looked not human, gripping the knife. He sliced through the bones as if there was some deep hatred for the those bones. Vishwa didn’t tried to look at the being’s face. Vishwa was not able to guess the clear outline of the being. It looked as if it was shrouded in the same sort of fog. No the fog, it was like the fog came from this being.

He was similar to the apparition he saw after getting out from the street. Vishwa looked down, blood was dripping from the bones and the knife, joining with the pool of blood on the ground. The carcass was there. His hair stood on his hand. A tingling sensation came from his head. His instinct was stopping him, but he looked. He looked at the carcass. It looked like Vishwa’s face.

Vishwa found himself looking at his body on the doorfront of the house. He wasn’t able to make sense of what was happening to him. But he didn’t had time to think more. He felt the being lifting him up and placing him on the chopping board. The knife, came in a swift manner, grating his bones. Vishwa found himself being chopped again and again by the being. Pain, excruciating pain came from his whole being.

He wasn’t able to think straight. He just saw himself looking at his own body. And heard his own carcass getting crushed by the being. The pain intensified with each blow, but he wasn’t able to pass out. He wanted to cry but no tear came out. Finally he looked at his own body his own blank face looking straight at him. Until the pain devoured him and he couldn’t feel anymore.

Vishwa found himself at the start of the street. The pain he felt when he thought about what had just happened. He gripped his heart and sat on the ground. He was alive.

His eyes showed fear as he looked toward the house. He looked at his own body, it was safe. Nothing had happened to it. It took a long time before he was able to get a grip on himself. Vishwa was sitting on the ground, he thougt and thought but no solution came.

He wanted to just get out this nightmare. ‘Yes right this is a nightmare’. Vishwa thought. ‘If I just close my eyes I can get out from here.’ Vishwa tried closing his eyes. But to no avail. He tried to imagine himself getting out of the dream. But he wasn’t able to. Finally after trying many other tricks he thought would work. He was disappointed.

‘I guess it is the only way,’ Vishwa looked at the house. The same ethereal house. His heartrate started getting erratic, he couldn’t move his body. Just a glance was enough to tell he still hadn’t came out from the trauma.

‘No if I want to get out, I have to get out from the street. And for it I need to get into that house. I can’t falter here. This isn’t me. Get up. Get up.’ Vishwa said, steeling his resolve.

His body was still trembling, sweat had soaked his body. But he stood up and started walking forward one step at a time.

Vishwa had gone into the house, many a times. And each time result was the same. In some manner or another he would find himself dying in that house.

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One time he was looking at a dilapated mirror in that house. He found he was trapped in that mirror until he couldn’t feel himself anymore.

Another time he saw himself turned into a flower in the flower vase. He watched as the flower wilted before his eyes, along with it his body.

One more time, he had gone into the kitchen. He had looked straight into the being and he was no more.

One more time, he had gone into the kitchen his body had frozen from fear, until he couldn’t feel himself anymore.

Each time, the trauma of death scarred his psyche. And each time he would steel his resolve to go into the house.

At times he had also tried different tactics but to no avail. He had tried going into another house. He didn’t know when, but just as he had stepped into other houses. He was torn into pieces by the creatures that resided in those houses. They were dangerous.

But Vishwa realized they weren’t more dangerous than the entity who resided in the older and ethereal house. If Vishwa thought that the being was a tiger. Those smaller, creatures, that didn’t look like any animal on earth were like how any other mice would feel in presence of that entity.

Vishwa didn’t know how but after every death he was able to return to the start of the street. It felt more like a curse than anything else.

Vishwa took a deep breath. After all these attempts, he was going to try something different. He would try to talk with the entity. Maybe both of them could come with terms.

Like Vishwa could try and persuade the entity to let him leave this place. If the other party was a reasonable one he would definitely listen to his request right?

‘It isn’t like I have any other choice do I,’ Vishwa thought as he strode forward.

Vishwa hadn’t realised it. But each of his death, he came with a greater mentality. The death still affected him. But he was able to get out of it more quickly than before.

And when Vishwa looked at himself he saw that he wasn’t trembling anymore. In fact his steps had become smooth. It was like he was taking a stroll in the park.

Vishwa stood in front of the familiar house. The old building didn’t looked anything sinister. In fact you could say it felt the most normal among the many houses on that street. But Vishwa just shook his head. Everytime, he stood in front of that house, a kind of fear assaulted his senses making him unable to think straight.

‘This time though, I will definitely deal with it.’ Vishwa said softy. He had said it many times before. But it was required if he wanted to feel courage to face that being.

Vishwa opened the all familiar door of the house. The sound of bones grating was still present.

At first Vishwa had thought that he was grating the same corpse again and again. But when Vishwa had faced the carcass again. He had realised at that time, that he was cutting another body open. Not the old one. It seems like this being has many dead bodies.

‘Um, hello’ Vishwa said, he didn’t know how to call that entity. So he started with something general.

Instantly a foreboding presence crept upon him. Causing Vishwa to feel fear. Extreme fear. His thoughts got disjointed. It seemed like he was going to die again.

‘Can you please listen to me sir,’ Vishwa had said almost simultaneously, with it the pressure weakened a bit.

‘Sir you see, how many times have you killed me right.’ Vishwa said trying to choose his words correctly. But he wasn’t an expert talking to ghosts or whatever was he?

Vishwa took just a glance in the kitchen. He felt like the being was frustrated.

‘How about you leave me sir, let me go’ Vishwa said, at an instant a pressure started building upon him. Threatening to kill him.

Vishwa felt like the conversation was not going the way it was supposed to. He felt aggrieved. He started muttering stuff.

‘I will die again. Nothing new. Nothing new for me right. I have face it many times. It seems like my luck has been the worst. Oh God, why place me in such a situation. It would have been better, if i hadn’t gone out at night. What rotten luck to meet a scary ghost at night. No it is better this way. Alright kill me. Kill me.’ Vishwa said his heart out. He wanted to test out if the being would feel sympathy against him.

The fear placed upon him had been reduced but he could still feel it being there. Vishwa lifted his face a little bit. He wanted to see the being in the kitchen.

But something shook him to the core. Vishwa didn’t knew when but he saw the being standing in front of him.