June 18

The Characters

Jim was a writer, who was living his life in the rich streets of New York. He mainly wrote horror and thriller stories and the world loved him for it.

He was writing a new novel which was based on a true story. At least that’s what the people living near the incident said about it.

While doing his research for the story actually went to the place where the paranormal incident had happened.

Apparently a group of friends broke into a house which no one was using for a long time. They had planned to party all night there, drink and get high. That is what their plan was. One of their friends mysteriously fell sick and the others were so high that they could not even understand what was happening around them. The guy who fell ill was possessed by the soul of a man who lived there before dying alone on his chair. The man served in the army during the Great War and his body was recovered a week later because no one lived with him. His body was found rotting, it was a terrible thing. The people who recovered his body said that there was something in the house that was watching them. They did not know what it was but it had a sort of an eerie presence.

The guy who got ill started vomiting blood and that is when some of his friends started o realise that there was something wrong. One of his friends ran out to get help. His other friends tried to take care of him, but they could not do anything. Soon the guy passed out. His other friends freaked out and ran away leaving him there. They did not want themselves to be caught in a place where they were not allowed to enter and party. The guy who went to get help met with an accident on the way and died on the spot. All the people in the house died under mysterious circumstances.

Jim was writing a story on this incident. He had fictionalised most of the story but then there was some truth in it.

Jim was writing one of the chapters when someone rang his doorbell. He got up and went to open the door. There was an old man who was standing there with his back facing towards Jim. He was looking at the garden.

“Yes, how may I help you?” asked Jim.

The old man turned around and looked at him. He had an inscrutable power in his eyes which could hypnotise a person. He looked deep into Jim’s eyes.

“Good day, young man,” he said.

“Hello,” said Jim with a smile on his face.

“I was just passing by and I could not help myself but appreciate the beauty of the garden that you have here,” he said with a powerful smile.

“Thank you sir,” said Jim.

“May I please come in?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

Jim let him in even though he did not want to. Jim felt like he knew the man personally, as if he had created him.

They both sat on the sofa in Jim’s hall.

“Do I know you? I feel like I have met you somewhere,” said Jim with a curious look on his face.

“I don’t think so. I just look like the typical old men you see in the park, maybe you might have seen someone who looks like me and got me confused with them,” said the old man with a smile.

“Yeah, might be. What is your name sir?” asked Jim.

“Please can I get some water?” asked the old man.

“Yes,” said Jim and he went to fetch a glass of water.

When he came back he saw the old man standing in front of the many bookshelves in his house. He was looking at each book with keen interest. Jim kept the glass on the table.

“Do you read?” asked Jim.

“I used to,” said the man.

“Oh,” said Jim.

The man turned back to say something when someone rang the doorbell.

Jim went to door and opened it. There was a young man standing there.

“How may I help you?” asked Jim.

“I am a huge fan of your work,” said the man.

“Thank you, but I don’t allow my fans to come into my property and disturb me. I would appreciate it if you would come to one of my events,” said Jim.

The man looked at him seriously. He looked like he was in his twenties. Then he turned and walked away.

Jim had a weird feeling that he knew him.

He went back to his hall and saw that the old man was near his computer. He was reading the book he was writing.

“Tell me something. Who is Michael Morrison?” asked the old man.

“He is one of my characters in the book. Well basically my story is inspired from true events. He was a solider who fought in the Great War and sadly died alone. It was unfair that he did not get a proper funeral even though he had done so much for the country.”

“Well that’s fascinating,” he said.

“What is fascinating?” asked Jim.

“Even my name is Michael Morrison.”


The doctors opened the door. Jim was lying on a bed, his hands and legs tied. He had been diagnosed with extreme level of schizophrenia.

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