Chapter 9

Whole night, she kept on waking up in between her sleep, her dreaded thoughts taking over her dreams. When the day light spewed through the window, her eye lids disclosed, revealing her amber eyes, which came in contact with the ceiling. Her mind was blank. No thoughts, nothing. But there was that weird feeling in her heart. Her eyes restlessly moved to and fro when the occurings of last night find their way to her brain. That basement. Murder. Moosa. Wedding. Everything came crumbling down on her. She sat up, threading her hands in her locks with worry. She got off of her bed and was about to leave her room when the door handle turned down as someone was opening it from the other side. Dread crawled her senses, thinking it might be Moosa. She hurriedly pulled the door back, when it was half way through opening and turned the lock, not even seeing who was on the other side of door. The door knocked and she took a few steps back, looking at the door as if it was some ghost, her eyes wid