That night

They still sat over there, the same road as they were sitting yesterday and were crying, but why weren’t they moving. That night I finally I went and asked my mom about the three people sitting just four blocks away from our house, on the roadside and crying at night, my mom then answered ‘they must be just some labors working at the new apartment that’s been constructed and might be just sitting and talking to each other at night which you must have interpreted as crying’.

I was absolutely not convinced I then had my dinner and slept.

Getting up the next day I went to school, sat through my classes and had a lot of fun playing and came home at three. That evening I went out with my father and while coming back I saw and heard the same thing again...

This frightened me and I caught my father’s hand and after getting out of the car, I ran inside my home.

This went on for another week till one day, when I was out with my father I told him about the strange thing that was happening day after day from three weeks.

My dad listened to me very carefully and didn’t seem to have any kind of fear or nervousness.

He said me that ‘you’d not see them from tomorrow, alright! I’ll go speak to them and see if things were all well, but only on one condition if you accompany me to the place where they sat’.

My heart was in my mouth now, I absolutely dint want to go with my dad and was thinking who could those people really be? 

What if they were some kind of Satan? And it may so happen if we get closer to them they might instigate their occult knowledge onto us and hypnotize us for life or even kill us mercifully!

My father then got down and called my name ‘Rhea’ while white vapors were pouring out from his mouth in that cold night. I got down from the car parked in front of my home, I opened the door an put my feet out, just then a cold wave almost slithered through my body lifelessly giving me goosebumps. My father then took my hand into his and started to walk.

It seemed like only my hands were safe in my dad’s hand so warm and comforting against my body which was cold as rock numbing my feet to the ground.

My father started to walk and I followed him forcefully, with him pulling my hand as we were getting closer. 

My body instantly started to give up and the temperature drop kept increasing, it was feeling as though I was in outer space so inert  standing alone and a huge meteor blazing with fire coming in my direction to destroy every kind of existence on its way so that not even ashes remain.

I was getting nervous and still walking with my father, with now only two blocks and half a minute away, it seemed two hours, two weeks, two months, or two decades away, time was stretching at speeds no physical quantity could imagine.

Now only ten steps away the voice of crying was all over. 

My father started to walk even faster. The tense situation was running out of hands and just then, he took me around the three men and to my surprise I saw two very small kittens sitting at the opposite side of the view, beside the three gunny bags filled with stones and two round earthen pots over them in the view of a chrome street light.