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6.30, a Story
(They said help the people in need…)



He could do nothing but look on in disbelief. He stared and stared and stared. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. “What should I do?” he thought to himself. “Should I call the police? Or should I just go home and pretend like nothing had happened? Hah! Like I can do all that! I can’t even understand what was going on!”

He was scared yet he was inquisitive. He wanted to know what was really happening right here, right now where he was standing, so still like a statue in front of this door. For the past three days, he had to pass this door, walking, for his car was in repair. And for the past three days, he had started to notice this door. Why? He had passed in front of this door for years while he was going to his office and while he was coming home from his office. Yet, never once did he notice this door.

He remembered about being sort of hypnotized three days before, when he was attracted to this door. Where does it lead to? He remembered how he had stood here, observing and admiring its beautiful carving. “How splendid!” He had exclaimed the first time he saw this mysterious door. Strange indeed, the house itself where the door was attached to was not as beautiful as its door. Instead, it was dull, old and eerie. “Whose house is this?” he had wondered. “So beautiful its door, yet so dull its house. This is very odd,” And that was when he heard the sound. The faint, beautiful melody of a violin.

He was thunderstruck. All of a sudden, he looked at his watch. 6.30 o’clock in the evening. And he remembered the sudden shiver that ran through his spine. He was not a coward. But he had never felt so frightened in his life. How he had spontaneously turned around to run! And how pale he grew when he saw a man, all dressed in black and appeared from no where just as he turned around. There was a young lady with the man. And she did not seem very happy with him.

The man was gripping her golden hair and was dragging her with him. “What are you doing? Let her go!” he shouted at the man in black. The man did not seem to hear. Instead, he dragged the poor lady and walked right through him like it is the most natural thing to do. Then, both of them vanished. How he had ran away, straight to his house and never went to join his friend’s party.

This horrible incident had happened over and over again for the past three days. And it had happened at exactly the same time. Half past six in the evening. Today, he had made his decision. He had no idea about who they were or even what they were. Whether they were human or not. But what kind of human that can go right through you? Well, he did not care about that. He had decided to help the poor lady escape. He was very sure now that the man is not a good presence.

And that was when he noticed that they did not vanish this time. The man in black was dragging the young lady towards the carved door. The lady pleaded for him to let her go, but the fierce man slapped her and opened the door. There were blood at the corner of her lips. “Let her go, you monster!” he shouted. Then, with all his might , he pulled the helpless lady. “No! Leave her with me! Leave her with me!” the mysterious man cried. He was looking very distressed. But he ignored the man’s cries and kept pulling her. At last, the man’s grip loosen and he managed to pull her towards him.

“Now you are doomed! You have to be responsible for what you had done!”the man bellowed and vanished into thin air. He stood there, with the lady in his arms. “Are you alright, madame?” he asked the lady.The lady did not answer. “Madame?” he whispered and he felt the same cold shiver running through his spine. She looked up.

At 3.00 a.m in the morning, there was a commotion in the neighbourhood. A man’s body was found in front of a door. They said the deceased body was not quite human anymore. Nobody know what had really happened and it was heard that the man had told nonsense stories about good and evil presence and a carved door for the past three days before he was found dead at the spot. “There’s nothing like that here,” his neighbour who had found his dead body muttered. They did not seem to notice a black figure which was standing beside the deceased, with a sad look in his eyes. As they took the body away, a faint violin sound was heard along with the breeze.


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