a man is walking past the streets of Manhattan.
He lives here in Manhattan, but where is his house, he donot know
himself. he knows he had a wife and a son but somehow he can't
recall their faces, their names. "what the hell i am doing here.
what is my past ." thinks tom the bearded man. it is layered with
dark fog due to which his future is also covered under his dark
he do not know where he is going but he surely remember those
neon signboards and that route. where this will lead tom is
now he is infront of a broad road with heavy traffic. he tries to
cross the road and near misses the cars. and he looked back on
the police cars chasing a stolen car and his head is pierced with
the sirens. he feels like his head is going to burst into flames.
the guns, the cops are somewhere related to him, he thinks.
he walks in a dark alleyway. he looks down on his clothes, he was
wearing white lower and white oversized upper. he wonders where
he got that from. he enters a familiar looking residential area.
with a lot of confusion he recognizes one of the houses and
murmured " that's my house." he pushed open the door and the
stairs the lobby seems so familiar. finally he found something
that he owns. it was a cold night. he thought that his wife and
his son would be sleeping upstairs and he starts to climbup the
stairs. he pushed open his bedroom door and found it empty. he
swithced on the lights and the walls were splattered with blood,
the bedsheet was torn and the lamp was on the floor, broken.
and with a sudden jolt everything, every blurred part of his past
came into focus.
' he started seeing things.
things that others didn't saw. they called it hallucination but
he called them the messengers. they told him to do things, the
uncanny things, the evil things.
his wife was afraid of him
and what he sees. his wife kept their son away from tom and tom
was really angry. she rang up the phone of 'the homage for mad
and tortured'. the assylum people came and took tom to the mental
assylum. but somehow he managed to escape and came back. he stole
the guards gun. he walked towards his home. in freezing night his
blood was boiling. he checked the gun and there were four bullets
in there. and kicked the door and it burst open and he ran
upstairs and pushed open his bedroom door. he pointed the gun
towards his wife. his hands shaking and sweat flowing down his
chin. his eyes were red and revengful and the things he saw ( as
they call it hallucinations) asked him to kill his wife, to
and his wife lay dead on
the floor and his son saw every scene of the crime commited. his
hallucinations asked him to perform another murder GUNSHOT...and
the very second his son lay dead on the floor too. he dragged the
two bodies to the basement and opened the
he dragged the bodies down
the hidden trapdoor and there lay an old cupboard. he locked the
dead bodies in that cupboard and threw the gun on the floor. and
laughed madly. his mouth full open his throat streched and tears
prickling from his eyes, but he was laughing. Then only sound he
could hear was of police sirens and he could make out that it was
right outside hishouse. he ran up and locked the trapdoor and
asked those hallucinations ( messengers, what he calls them) to
guide him. but they vanished, evaporated in thin air. and he
realized that he was wrong. what he did was wrong, he killed his
own wife and his own son. he cried and screamed and banged his
head over the walls. darkness covered his eyes and he got fainted
in no time. '
three months later he woke up in
the same mental assylum. he ran from there, and now he was
standing in his own house. now it all made sense, it fits in. why
he was wearing those clothes, why he couldn't remember. He was
burdened with guilty, he wanted to scream, wanted to shout. he
realized that he killed his wife and his son. he killed two
person whom he loved so much. his tear full eyes moved all around
the room. he fell on his knees and cried. and now he knew what he
has to do. he slowly went down the stairs, sobbing and moaning.
he balanced himself with great difficulty. he passed his lobby
and went down to his basement. his eyes unfocused. he fell with a
thud and crawled towards that trapdoor. and swing it open. and
slided down the door. there was the cupboard. and there on floor
was a gun. covered with dust. he looked up at the dusty cupboard.
covered with dust and web. his eyes were fixed upon the cupboard
and he bent down and picked up the gun. wiped it with his
oversized shirt and there was a single bullet inside. he opened
the cupboard and he gasped. his wife and son's body was there
inside as he left them 3 months ago but a very foul smell was
spreading in the whole room but tom was not aware of that he just
stared his son and his wife and stepped inside the cupboard. the
two dead bodies were beside his own mortal body. tears rushed of
his eyes as he kept gun on his temple.
GUNSHOT... 7 HOURS LATER
Police cars were outside the house,
the neighbors heard the gunshots. The bedroom was similar like
the night other gunshots were heard. It was similar to the last
time, murder was performed but the bodies were not found. The
neighbors called it the haunted house but in the basement was the