Frightening Moments

My friends thought I was a chicken! Somehow Iqbal, the bully in our class came to know about this and challenged me to do something even valiant men would refuse-sleep under the haunted Banyan tree in our village for one night only! I decided to accept the challenge against my conscience and remove the tag of a “chicken” from myself forever.

At midnight I was already thinking about quitting, with no full moon to illuminate an already eerily quiet night. If I win it be worth escaping the house quietly after eleven o’ clock just after Mum and Dad were in deep sleep, snoring only a few decibels less loudly than Maria Sharapova usually shrieks in tennis courts; it also cost me ten bucks to keep the servant’s mouth shut!

I was catapulted out of a beautiful dream when the sound of footsteps droned into my ears and broke my three-hour slumber.
“Anybody out there,” I shouted, looking around for the source of the sound.
It was then I noticed two bright specks situated what appeared to be mere inches away from me.
What could those two be: wolves, tigers or something like evil spirits and ghosts!!! The two red specks stayed still for sometimes and then moved slightly to the right and left changing positions rapidly.
The frenetic movement of the specks made me giddy while my shirt was already soggy as the whole body perspired and shuddered with fear. It was then I remembered that I had a torch somewhere with myself. As my fingers fumbled around looking for that torch I noticed the two red dots were leaping in front every second and it would not be long before it would take the final leap and tear its prey apart if it is a beast. Neither would I fancy being face to face with a ghost having those horrendous red dots for eyes!
Finally my hands found something to grip-a small broken branch of the tree. I decided to use this as my solitary weapon against whatever was approaching me. As soon as the red dots were in a spitting distance of me I leaped forward and baton charged their owner with all my strength. Whatever I was beating up seemed to have a very humane voice, shrieking with pain and even crying for mummy! As I stopped clubbing for a moment, I could feel someone was teetering out of my grasp, cussing me for a merciless round of beating. The two red dots were now lying in the ground and as I inspected them closely with a torch (which was in my pocket all along) they turned out to be laser lights!

Next day, I couldn’t find Iqbal in school. Later I came to know from his close friends that he took a fiendish round of beating at the hands of someone last night and was lying in his hospital bed! Oh, well beating a bully with red dots was fun!

Frightening Moments


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