I have heard stories about them. The ones that make you wish you could crawl under some grave before you ever meet them. How they turn up at any hour and make it the darkest indeed. How they have voices whispering what you never wanted to hear. How you must never respond to their friendliest smiles. How you must never follow the sweetest of scents. How you must never trust a helping hand. How you must never turn and check what crushed the leaves on the pathway behind. How you must never check what made the doors swing and curtains sway. You must hide and wait until they are gone.
Today, the news of their horror is around and my friends couldn’t help but discuss if any of us had faced them. I shrugged with nonchalance and uttered ‘never’ in the same breath. Of course, I lied.
I remember that night – the November night which smelt like a tub of molten ice-cream. I had gone out for my usual glide. Oh yes, I like to glide at nights when everything is grey. I think I’m in love with the grey-scale of night. The colored images just leave me blind for some time. I digress.
So, where was I? Yes… I was gliding. But, I hid as soon as I heard one of them approaching and squeezed my eyes shut. I froze when I heard them talk. Oh bloody yes, I can hear them talk even though most of my friends say they can’t, and I know it’s not a good sign. I heard the footsteps, the screaming, the yelling, the cry for help, the pleading, the ripping, and the whooshing blood. It went on for I don’t know how long. I stood there shivering until it was silent again. I opened my eyes and saw one of them running away with a sheepish colorful grin on the face and the other lying on the road with the clothes ripped, her liquid red flowing in vain and ruining the grey.
I had been lying to my friends and I had been lying to myself. The truth is that I remember every bit of the agony unlike most of my friends who have the bliss of their memories being wiped out. How do I say it… How do I confess?
I was one of them whom we fear so much in my world. I was one of them whose unexplained cruelty will always remain unsurpassed. Hell, I can’t contain it in me anymore. I have to say it. I was a human before I died. There. I said it. I was a human before I died! I know – such a shame. Oh! If you could…. if you would…… don’t judge me, if you please. Don’t judge me, if you please.