Phantasm

Walking down Laufeyson Street, the cold wind blew, sending chills down my spine. I heard voices. I looked around, agitated and staggered. The voices became pellucid and distinct. I thought to my muddled self, “No! It cannot be. After all this time….” I could see them now, my friends - who had passed away six years ago in a car accident. I called out to them and reached for them, but for some reason I could not. They were standing around something and when I saw what it was, it broke me. I could feel the macabre creep into my soul and I was forced to confess to myself. It was a tombstone with my name engraved upon it.



Author: VR Kapse

Editor: Saptaparna Chakraborty


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