About this Book:
What I am going to write is a strange but a little domestic story and what I am about, I am neither hopeful nor hopeful about those things. Rather I would call it insanity only if I believe in all this, where my mind starts leaving me. But let me tell you that I am not crazy. — nor am I dreaming. Tomorrow I am going to die, and today I want to lighten the burden of my heart. Right now I have only one focus, in front of the world, without any comment, in a very clear manner, keep the details of all the events that take place in a normal household. But if these events are seen one by one, then I will say that they have scared me a lot. I will not exaggerate them at all, but I will tell what they are. Because frankly, what may be intimidating for me may seem like a minor thing to someone else.
Now We Start Summary:
What I am going to write is a strange but a little domestic story and what I am about, I am neither hopeful nor hopeful about those things. Rather I would call it insanity only if I believe in all this, where my mind starts leaving me. But let me tell you that I am not crazy. — nor am I dreaming. Tomorrow I am going to die, and today I want to lighten the burden of my heart. Right now I have only one focus, in front of the world, without any comment, in a very clear manner, keep the details of all the events that take place in a normal household. But if these events are seen one by one, then I will say that they have scared me a lot. I will not exaggerate them at all, but I will tell what they are. Because frankly, what may be intimidating for me may seem like a minor thing to someone else.
So I start telling Since childhood, I have been a little submissive and Sharif type person. Often my friends used to make fun of my straightforwardness. I loved animals since the beginning, so my parents used to gift me different kinds of pets and I used to spend most of my time with these pets, I loved to feed and take care of them. And this hobby of mine always remained. Even when I grew up, I used to enjoy myself the most with my pets, by the way, let me tell you that animals are more good and loyal than humans. And only those people who have a pet dog or cat can understand this. Idle animals are hungry only for your love. Sometimes a person gets cheated but your pet will never cheat.
I was married at an early age. After marriage, I was happier to see that my wife also loved animals as much as me. We both started taking care of them together. We had animals of every type, goldfish, good breed dogs, rabbits, a small barn, and a cat.
Now this cat who is ours is very big and beautiful and the color is very black. It is also quite intelligent to some extent on the beast. Although my wife does not believe in ghosts at all but seeing the cleverness of this cat, she has also started believing in the saying that black cats are the form of a witch. By the way, she does not take it seriously.
I named my cat Pluto, Pluto is my favorite. I enjoy playing with him. And I also feed him. When I am roaming around in my house, she follows me. Even when I get out, she comes after me.
Pluto and my friendship lasted for many years. During this time, there were many changes in my personality. As I was growing old, I was becoming more moody and selfish. Many times, in anger, he used to tell his wife upside down as well. He even raised his hands once or a half. Not only my wife but my pets were also feeling that I am no longer loving and caring like before. Far from taking care of them, I started hurting them. was. But Pluto did not do all this with Pluto. I wanted it the same as before. I had beaten a rabbit, a monkey, even a dog when they knew and came my way unknowingly. My drinking problem was increasing. I used to get paranoid attacks due to alcohol, and my favorite Pluto also used to feel this, she herself was becoming a bit older and more irritable.
One night, when I reached home drunk with alcohol, Pluto started looking at me. I forcefully caught him. He took a bite on my hand, growling at me. So, all was set? The devil inside me woke up. It felt as if my body had been captured by a demon. I took out a knife from my coat pocket, grabbed poor Pluto by the neck, and ruthlessly took out one of his eyes. At that time, I was screaming like a hawan. When I woke up in the morning, my senses were better - but suddenly I remembered all the things of the night. What I had done with Pluto at night! My soul was cursing me, I started hating myself. What I was feeling at that time could not tell, just understand that in the sorrow of my fear and regret, I took another bottle.
After some time, Pluto's wounds slowly began to heal. His eye was left like an empty circle, which was very scary to see. He did not feel pain anymore. She used to walk around the house like before, but as soon as I came in front of her, she would run away due to fear. The Pluto that I once loved so much, today she would shy away from coming to me, what could be more sad for me. But then soon Irritation took the place of grief. And then that stage came when I started having fun torturing someone. The stage where humans do not remain human. I do not know if my soul is alive or dead. There will be no one in the world who has never committed such a crime or mistake, which he knows he should not do? Do we not enjoy breaking the rules, even if it is punished?
So I am telling you that my soul had fallen so much that now I could not improve. Don't know why but when a person strangles his soul and commits a crime, he does not regret it but enjoys it. I was also in the same situation, Pluto was ignorant of me, I could not tolerate his arrogance, now somehow it was necessary for me to teach him a lesson, one day while living in a very sensuous morning in the morning I saw that animal. Put a noose on his neck and hang him with a tree.; - Tears were flowing from my eyes, but hatred for him in the heart. You will ask why did I hang him? Why don't I hang up, after all, he is my pet, whatever I want to do with him?
And the same night my eyes opened with the noise of the fire. The curtains in my room were burning. The whole house was burning. With great difficulty, my wife, one of our servants escaped from the fire and came out. All my money, all the accumulated capital was destroyed in the fire. The day my house was on fire, the next day I went there again. All the walls of my house had fallen except one thing. And she met me in a compartment wall. Which was not too thick, standing in the middle of the house and which used to be at the head of my bed, there was plaster in the part which was not completely burnt - and there was a crowd of people near this wall which He was watching that particular part very carefully. My curiosity was increased. I too went ahead and saw what was happening. Just as a design was made by digging on a white surface, just like this, the image of a big cat was on the wall and there was a noose around its neck.
My senses flew on seeing this. I remembered everything. My cat whom I hung from a tree in the garden adjoining the house. When there was a noise of fire, there was a crowd of people in this garden. Perhaps some one of them would have cut the noose from the cat's neck and threw it — maybe it would have fallen inside my room through the open window. The cat's body must have been buried in the middle of the second wall. And on the plaster of the wall, her picture was printed with the burnt bones of the cat.
Although this was just my guess. Then the same scene kept coming in my mind again and again for many months. I was not able to forget him even after wanting him. And also a feeling of regret. An animal had died in my hands, this thing was being eaten and to fulfill this deficiency, my desire to raise another cat of the same breed and same color was also increasing. One night I suddenly woke up from sleep. Suddenly I noticed something black.
I stared at him for a while and stared at him. I was surprised what the hell is this, then I slowly moved towards him and raised his hand and touched that thing. The one I was touching was a black cat, very big, as big as Pluto. There was no doubt that I was touching Pluto but there was not a single white hair on his body while this cat had a big white spot on his chest. As soon as I touched it, she woke up immediately, looking at me, began to whimper loudly and rub my body with my hand like cats do. The cat looked happy with my touch. I wanted a cat exactly like Pluto.
The other day I told my landlord that if I wanted to buy it, he did not give any repsons. Rather, he had also denied that he had such a cat in his house. But I had thought that I would feed that cat, so I brought him home. Soon the cat got mixed up with us, my wife had become obsessed with seeing her.
If I say that, the same feeling was born again with the cat inside me. I don't know why it felt like I started getting irritated with this new cat as well. While I had brought him to complete the deficiency of Pluto - I could not understand why this was happening. The more the cat roamed around me, the more irritation I felt on seeing him. My dislike for the cat was now turning into hatred. I tried to stay as far away from him as possible. If he had seen, he would have remembered his crime. Everything went well for a few weeks. We took good care of the cat. But gradually I started getting what was happening earlier.
On the morning of the day I brought the cat home from above, I saw that he did not have an eye like Pluto. It was a surprise for me, but for my wife, there was no shortage of love for her cat, quite normal.
But this cat was no longer looking at me with a teary eye, and that was that I would not leave me. She used to go wherever I used to go. I used to sit and stick with me, I used to get up and stand between my legs, used to prick my sharp, long nails on my clothes, at that time my heart used to kill it but I will Did not want to repeat the mistake again.
To tell the truth, I was very afraid of that cat.
I can not express my fear. There is fear of ghosts, but there was no face for this fear either. I feel ashamed of myself- Yes, this cat has scared me so much that I was now ashamed of myself.
My wife had spoken to me many times that this cat has some strange marks. I had also seen the cat for the first time, then I had noticed that Nisha. That was the difference between Pluto and it. But now this mark was taking some strange appearance. This mark was of such a thing that I am afraid as soon as my name is taken. This was the mark of a hanging noose that I tied around Pluto's neck. This scar that reminded me of my crime
The person inside me was afraid of an animal, an animal whose race I had killed another animal. Now this animal was thirsty for my life - a man's thirst for life. The former animal never left me alone and it was difficult to get rid of this one. In the darkness of night, I felt his hot breath on my face and his heaviness on my chest.
Day after day, the goodness inside me was dying. My soul was completely black like coal. I used to have bad thoughts day and night, now I hated everything, animals, humans, everything. And my wife! That poor poor was tolerating everything silently.
One day when my wife and my wife went to work in the cramped basement of my house, the cat also came after us. She was following me right away, when her heavy body gave me a shock and I stole several steps in my face. Dropped down I got mad with anger and I picked up an ax placed there. As soon as I attacked the cat with an ax, my wife stopped my hand. Now I was even more angry, I gave the same ax to his head. A single ax stabbed him to death. His body was lying on the ground in front of me.
I sat on the head with the same. I can be hanged for this murder. Now I had to get rid of the corpse under any circumstances. I knew that it would be difficult to take his corpse out of the house, neither at night nor in the day. Some other neighbor would definitely see me. I was thinking of many ways to get rid of the corpse, but there was no full proof. Once, I also thought to cut the corpse into small pieces and burn it in the fire. Then thought dig a pit in the basement and bury the corpse. Then I thought why not put the corpse in the well of the courtyard, or pack it in a box and send a porter out of the box and speak. Finally I got an amazing idea. Hiding the corpse inside the wall will never make anyone suspicious and no one can find it. I had heard that in the Middle Ages, Monks used to hide the bodies of their Victims in the walls in the same way.
Anyway, this basement seemed absolutely perfect for this work, its walls were raw and plaster was uprooted from place to place. There was a very dark here from the top, due to which there was a moisture and dampness here. There was an empty space inside a wall, perhaps for a chimney or fireplace and was filled with soil that resembled the red color of the brick.
Removing this soil could easily bury the corpse here. I removed the bricks from a crow bar, very neatly put the corpse in an empty space. Then I prepared a little plaster which was similar to the old plaster. After applying the plaster, I applied bricks very cleanly. When finished, I looked at the wall. Now, there will be no doubt that the body of a woman is buried behind the wall. I cleaned the remaining soil and plaster lying near the wall and once again looked at the wall. "Finally my hard work came" I told myself.
Now the next task was to find the cat which was the root of all this trouble, but that clever animal suddenly disappeared. I can not tell, but how relaxed I was getting because of his absence. Even that night I could not see anywhere. From the day that wretched cat came to my house, I had not spent a single night in peace, but that night, despite committing such a big crime, I got a very good and deep sleep.
The second and third days have passed, the cat has not been seen yet. It seemed that the cat had gone away forever after that night in fear! Now I was completely free, no fear, no tension. My enemy cat missed me. I could not tell how happy I was! Of course I remembered my crime again and again, but the joy of getting rid of the cat was no less. Meanwhile, policemen came to my house and started asking about my wife. I had told them a story on which they were convinced, those people also searched my house but nothing was found. How do you get it? Who can think that someone will kill his wife and get her corpse inside the wall. There was no question of my being caught.
So now I had no fear. I was living in the same misconception that suddenly on the fourth day again the policemen came to my house and ordered me to help them in the search. I was still confident that the police was not going to get anything. Rummage in the house was searched. They even went to search the basement three or four times, but there was no fear of fear on my face. I was walking in the basement comfortably with my hands tied behind my back. This time also the police did not get any clue. Those people were going to be satisfied with their comfort. My heart was leaping with joy, but if I said a single word by mistake, everyone could have done it but the water could have turned again. Those people were still on the stairs that I told them "
"Gentlemen! I am glad that your doubt turned out to be useless. My only wish is that you all stay healthy. By the way, Gentlemen, the construction of this house has been very good [I had no idea what I was talking about in order to explain my point to them) - "Made a very good and strong house. Are you watching these walls? It is very strong. And with this saying, I hit a wooden stick, which I was holding, on the wall with a loud thrust. As soon as the poles fell on the wall, the bricks fell and my wife's corpse started appearing from behind. God save me! What did I do? As soon as the brick fell, someone screamed from inside the wall. It felt as if a small child was crying, then a long painful scream, which was not visible to any human at all.
Out of fear, I retreated a few steps. Seeing what was in front of me, my eyes were torn. My tongue dried up and got stuck in the circle. I thought I might faint, I took recourse to the back wall to handle myself. The search party stood on the stairs as if their blood had frozen. The next moment, about a dozen thick hands were seen trying to get out of the wall. I fell on the ground. A rotten-corpse corpse was standing in front of us and sitting on the head of the corpse was a very big black cat with a broken eye and blood was frozen on his face.
I was staring at the thing standing in front of me lying on the ground! I did not choose my wife in that wall, I had chosen a hawan in it!
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