Demon's ring !!!

 

Prologue:

Shocked in awe ,  I screamed , I pinched myself thinking this is just a dream, then I confronted myself with the reality . If I were to show only the picture of what I saw you would not trust in the humanity. I cant explain what I was going through that time. My pulse rate was constantly swinging up. My chicken heart was about to blast. I couldn’t think of anything. I fainted there itself…. 

Story:

On a fine morning, the sun has done its task but I felt so lethargic to even wake up might be because it was Saturday.  I live in Gongabu and I am studying agriculture at Chitwan. I had returned back home yesterday to celebrate Dashain with my father. My mother died off cancer 3 years ago and my dad is currently living alone here.

I had lots of assignments and tasks to finish. I woke up from the bed and did all my usual activities. I had my breakfast at around 9:30. I checked for my dad but he was not there. My life is always like this, I have always been all alone ever since mom passed away. Dad either doesn’t return home or returns late being drunk. I thought I have to do assignment now. The dogs were crying harshly on my neighbors'. I remembered this is a bad omen.

 Then suddenly somebody rang the bell I thought it was my dad. I was so happy to meet him. I went to open the door. The first thing my eyes met were a mysterious suit case, it was  such a crampy suitcase with greases. I wondered who dropped the suitcase. At first I hesitated to open the bag because I doubted there might be a bomb on it. But I couldn't  control my patience. My eyes first saw the star inside of the antique suitcase

 Then there was a plastic wrapped. I opened it and saw A HUMAN BODY!!!! I could not dare to move a inch.

I screamed so loud, I pinched myself thinking this is just a dream, then I confronted myself with the reality. The time froze to me. The whole surrounding was dull. I was shocked with despair when I saw there was no head the head was chopped of the body. The dead body was bowing on the ground and it was laid on the blue pillow with stickers attached. The body was wearing a blue half pant. My whole mind was blank I had no control over my body. If I were to show the picture you would not believe it. After a while I remembered the half pant was none other than of my DAD. The whole world crushed down to me. Although doubt it was the body of my dad. I rushed to get my phone because I knew I had to call 100 asap. When I turned back I saw the grey suit case. I yelled “ there is another one”

I slowly found myself trapped not knowing what to do. I slowly opened the chain of grey suitcase. Phew it was just my belongings I had fetched from my hostel. I dialed 100 quickly.

Within 15 minutes the police had arrived at my home. The news of my dad’s death widespread and there was a crowd and the noise all over. Kishore Shrestha, the chief police inspector said my dad was brutally murdered and tried to consult that everything will be fine. The Central Bureau of Investigation’s team , forensic department , photographers were all present within a while. The well trained dogs were sniffing the place. 

The dog ushered us to a sharp weapon, a hammer, blood-stained gloves, the shawl

Mr. Shrestha said , “ BINGO!!!. The culprit can’t run away.”

 We saw the CCTV footage of that day and saw some lady was there then police after tracking my dad’s phone found the culprit. Mr. Shrestha called me and invited me for the press meet for tomorrow and said they had caught the culprit. I couldn’t sleep that day. The whole memories of my dad came and I couldn’t forget them.

I went to the press meet of Sunday. Mr. Shrestha was the chief speaker and said, ”On Friday  late night, the victim Krishna Bahadur Bohora was killed by Kalpana Mudbhari Poudel. He had gone to the rented room of murderer. They had known each other for the last two years through Facebook. She was actually harassed by the victim. He had created a fake facebook and had threatened Poudel to share obscene pictures from her fake Facebook account.

We found the khukuri and the cellphone of Mr. Bohora tells the rest of the story, she is also found to be a depression’s patient. ”

Mr. Shrestha added, “Mr. Bohora first ate beaten rice, curd, and meat at her place. He also drank some vodka at her place he was first made unconscious by the sleeping tablets then she strangled him to death with the help of a shawl. Jay Nepal”

Media started to pour down the questions. I saw the witch lady, I ran to kill her with all my strength.

I screamed ,” WHY , Why did you do this to us???”
but Mr. Shrestha caught me. I was not sure how to react to this!

The question that still prevails is why did she come to our home , might be it was the devil ringing the bell.

I hope the soul of my father rests in peace