Light at the end of a dark corridor in a basement parking lot.
*beep beep*, the car alarm beeped and the indicators flashed. After parking her car in the basement parking lot, Nidhi pressed the lock button on the key and then walked around the car checking all the doors to confirm they were locked. She was late from work and it was well past midnight. She started walking towards the staircase to go to her flat on the ground floor.
Satya, her boyfriend and live-in partner, had called about five hours back, just before he started from his office, to check when she was coming home. Upon knowing that she might be delayed, he said he would order dinner from outside.
As she was approaching the dark portion of the basement, she heard foot steps approaching her from behind, as if someone was running towards. She looked back, and to her astonishment, it was Satya, still in his office formals. “But he must have reached at least four hours earlier.”, she murmured to herself as a smile was about to break on her face. As Satya came closer, she could faintly see blood on his face. The smile turned into a look of concern, and she almost started crying.
“Did you hear it, Nidhi? Come home fast.”, said Satya before he ran and took a left, on to the stairs, and gone from her view.
“Satya, Satya!”, really worried now, a crying Nidhi ran behind Satya, calling his name out loud a couple of times. In less than a minute she was in front of their flat. To her shock, the door was locked from inside, and there was no sign of Satya anywhere. She could hear the sound of TV from inside their flat though.
Crying, she searched her bag for her set of keys and took them out. Tears almost blurring her vision, and she fumbled to get the keys inside the keyhole. She heard the door getting unlocked from inside, and it door opened slowly.
“Why were you calling my name so loud?”, said Satya. He was in his shorts and a t-shirt, with a smile on his face and absolutely no sign of blood. Tears flowing down from her eyes, Nidhi stood there with her mouth open, as she dropped her bag on the ground.
“Security guards don’t stay in the basement parking lot at night, because they think there is a ghost.”, she recalled their neighbor telling her a couple days ago.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
In frame: Light at the end of a dark corridor in a basement parking lot. I shot this frame using my 35mm Canon FTb QL manual film SLR on an Ilford HP5 Plus 400.
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