Tale teller

CONTENT WARNING : This post contains mature themes and is intended for an older youth audience . Viewer discretion is advised . 1.  The Stalker . “I never had an idea that this could be such a fun,” she exclaimed as she washed off the blood from the knife. “Yeah, we must do it more often,” he said chewing the heart of her stalker. 2. The Photograph . Staring at her photograph, he repeated regretfully, “I love you, please come back. Somehow!” Suddenly, something whispered into his ears – “Why  didn't  you say this to me, when I was alive?” 3. The Skin Tone . She screamed out looking at her husband’s burnt face. “Ssshh…,” he said grimly, “Look at me dear; just look what I did for you! Now, even I am of dark color. No longer shall people talk about our color differences.” 4. The Betrayal . “I want to confess something to you,” he said keeping the coffee mug on the table and wiping the remains of coffee on his  musta...

Case 1725: Wakefield Family. Barbara Wakefield , age 30, wife of Bram Wakefield, died in a car accident on 25th November, 2003. Her dead body was found in their smashed car. Investigated reason for the accident : With her family, she was returning from a restaurant at night, in a car. As their car turned right for their home street, a truck smashed them from front. The accident killed Barbara and left her husband and her child injured. Evidences : The security camera footage of the street. Edward Wakefield , age 8, the only child of Bram Wakefield, died in a fire, on 2nd December, 2003, in his residence. His dead body was found in the hall. The body was completely burnt. Investigated reason for the fire : The kitchen stove was left open by Bram Wakefield in the morning. Edward lit the matchstick, near the stove, at afternoon and caught the fire. He ran to the hall but couldn’t save himself. Evidences : Partially burnt matchstick box found on the floor having ...

“Come back. Please. Somehow,” he muttered. Maybe he forgot that memories never reply. Memories just remind us what once we had. Memories, for us, are the assets but for him, were the heaviest liability. Picture of his beloved vanished as he opened his eyes and watched the reality which his heart always denied but, as usual, mind won the war and made him to believe; she is no more. Several years ago she left him without a prior notice; maybe death was in haste. That day he locked himself in his room, cried, wept, yelled, and broke the vase and after some hours he wiped his face with his injured palm and unlocked the door. His elder sister exhaled a sigh of relief that he unlocked the door. Little did she know that something has been locked inside forever! His mother, seeing his wounded palm, ran towards him and pressed a cloth over the cut. Little did she know that something inside is bleeding and shall bleed forever. “Is that paining?” mother asked. “No, it’s alright,” he lied...