A short scary story (not For Weak-hearted)

It was a scary night. And not a short one.

Gods of Fury had been Raining down pilfering and pillaging heavily all night since clock stuck 9’o clock. 

And there was no respite, in addition to the fact that thunders, as they were, had always send chills down her spine. Not a good time to be alone in hostel room on a deserted floor. She was scheduled for departure the next day. Bad luck, she thought, Or may be Gods were really angry on her. One can’t know. All she wanted now was to tuck into warmth of someone’s strong arms and feel safe to sleep.  But that was not to be. At least, not that night.

As she lay there scared, wondering ways to lull herself to sleep, small creatures of devil’s own making were having a busy night. Something about rains activates those love chemicals in all creatures, and esp. Insects and frogs. Everything- Crickets, mosquitoes, arachnids, hoppers, frogs and what- not out there go on wild spree mating. Sleaze fest had descended down the insect world. And insect progeny were being produced by truck load.

 (Although some unspecified no. of Randomized controlled trials have shown statistically significant relation between rains and similar behavioral alteration in homo sapiens too. Right girls?) 

These small devils needed food and warmth to survive the night and live another day to fulfil the obligation of being born, that is, to eat, pray and mate some more. Soon many started taking wings in search of their haven this night. Their innate senses had always guided them quite correctly to cracks in human establishments and to safety.

Thus, they headed to the room. And to her. As she lay there scared, her room was being infiltrated by armies of bugs. And they were Noisy, very Noisy. Some would bite and draw blood if they could. Others would bite just for the fun of it, or may be becoz it was in their savage nature, or may be becoz human flesh is tasty to them.

  All of them would itch if they crawl on her soft and moist skin. She tried to avoid the thought what chemicals, excreta, blood, etc. They or their corpse would release if some of them were killed while itching her skin Or what reactions, rashes, damage these chemicals would cause to her. It was a scary proposition. She had to do something about these devils Or she might wake up uglier the next morning than she already was. 

She couldn’t bear the thought. Somewhere she had to limit her ugliness and do what she could about it.  

She ran to fill up the cracks in room and close the windows. Thus she had somehow managed to plug the infiltration by bug army. She may be relieved a little but still she was inside that room locked in with those devils. Her heat signature was giving her away and insects were drawn to her like heat seeking missiles. How could she tackle them? Or make herself invisible. 

But unaware of her and she unaware of them, Arachnids were also having a busy night. And they were busy Feasting. Rains have always given spiders more than enough to eat and store. Protein rich insects in rains provide good nutrition for spiders to weave strong large webs, grow larger and reproduce more. 

She never took pains to clean the room of spider webs and spiders. And now, her good karma was paying her back.

 As she was seeing now, she was half as scared. Scary insects were ending up being caught in spider webs, eventually to be liquefied in spider drool.

 A lot of insects also ended up in mouths of lizards, which also she had not bothered to clear. 

What a grim fate for insects, she thought. All the better for her. She thanked herself for her foresight and wisdom. 

As she could see, room was now clear of scary insects.

She thanked her ugly friends and hit the hay soon, dozing off contently.

 

*THRASH*

There was was a flash of sharp light. Maybe it was just a thunder.

Suddenly she woke up with the ear curdling loud sound.

Fu**! What was that? She thought.

Then she let out a loud shrieking sound. And that was her last.

Soon everything was silent in the dead of that dark night with clouds still coming down heavily mixing with some distant sound of bone breaking under pressure and flesh mixing with drool.

There are still stories doing rounds in the corridors of that girl's hostel.