[Ash] Untitled Story - 1

Day 2,995, 23:10 • Published in India India • by Ashwamaedh

Today after I said good morning to an old friend - Eraclev, I just thought that it would be an awesome idea to get an old thought (a story chain) going once again... just to keep us oldies alive and kicking in this game.

The idea is simple - I love suspense and science fiction and this story is meant to be a suspense story. I am posting below 2 paragraphs from what I had written months back, and I request/nominate Eraclev to complete it after which anyone who comments or volunteers can continue with 2 paragraphs of their own or Eraclev can nominate someone!

We will have daily updates till the story is complete. looking to have a total of 10 days so... 20 paragraphs. On the day that no one else writes, me or Eraclev will put in 2 paragraphs.

My only condition is that I do not want this story to be one of those Dioist kind of stories delving into black fantasy that is porn or lust themed. Please have your own article with such a story if you wish that! This has to remain a tight suspense story along the lines of Agatha Christie, or Edgar Allan Poe or even Earl Stanley Gardener.




Without further ado, here it goes!!!






PROLOGUE





I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. "Ten, nine, eight, seven..." I moved out of the shadows and into the hallway with a foreboding I could not quite explain. I called out “hey…I need to talk to you” and started rushing toward him. My internal clock was now down to the final seconds “four…three” The man looked toward me with his cold black eyes, his face hidden in the shadow of his dark scarf and wide brimmed hat. At that moment the door opened, and as I felt the panic rise in me, he took out his gun and calmly shot off a couple of bullets at whoever was beyond the door. “Bang, Bang” in perfect sync with the final seconds of my virtual timer, as my heart sank to the floor in mute horror while the assassin walked calmly into the room.
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A ROOM WITH A VIEW


I gasped for air, fumbling around for the water bottle and heaved myself out of the bed. My heart was racing at knots and I tried desperately to calm myself. I slumped off the bed and dragged myself to the balcony breathing in gulps of what passed off as fresh air in this polluted necropolis. Slowly I gathered myself together, calmed by the twinkling lights of the city that lay out spread below me like a madman’s pincushion. I did not quite understand why this particular dream was repeating so many times and yet so few details were apparent. You see, I have a talent…I am what is known as a lucid dreamer or in more understandable terms, a “clairvoyant” This was not the first time I had seen death, this was not the first time I had witnessed a crime.


To be continued...