Psycho
"Breaking news,Psycopath killer on rampage in the city.Toll rises to 8" read out the charming news reader blazing from a television set in a showroom on a busy street.But Kumar,who was walking past the shop, was more into the beauty and charm of the news reader than he was into the news of the killer.He considered the Psychopath killer just to be a myth created by the media for the TRP and nothing more than that.He turned deaf ears to the news being read out and set off on the street
towards his home after a hectic day at the office.
Kumar was a timid person on the inside but to the world he portrayed himself as brave enough to fight a tiger like Hercules. After hearing the news earlier on the tv, the psychopath killer occupied a small space in his mind.But his demeanor was as if he would slit the throat of that dreaded criminal if he comes right across him.
There was power cut that day and as a result the streets were completely dark, adding to that it was Amavasya(new moon day), a very inauspicious day.Humming the latest hit song,Kumar started towards his home with occasional glance at the people passing by and eavesdropping on them.Unfazed by the darkness, he strolled on a long wide lane which led to his home.Kumar was regular on this lane.It was usually a deserted street with not much human existence or movement on it, people called it "bhayanak sadak" because of the dreadful acts that used to happen on the street.
"Arrey, I have come to know that the murder of Pandeyji two nights back on this road was carried out by the Psychopath killer who is in the news these days" said a passer-by to another.The other passer-by ,with droplets of sweat all over his face, swallowing the lump of his throat replied "oh is it.lets get fast out of this sadak. I don't want to be at the receiving end of the killer. I have a wife and two small children". Kumar eavesdropped on these passers-by and that was enough to instill fear in him for the psychic killer.But still he was optimistic that there cannot be any psychic killer and it would
just be a myth.With all this thought running in his mind he came across another group of people who warned and cautioned him not to walk on this lane alone because they feared the psychic killer finds his prey in the dark,deserted places and when one is alone.These words of caution led him to have a deep uneasiness and real fright for the psychic killer and he began praying to the heavenly bodies to come to his rescue till he reached his abode.As a result of this fear his urinary bladder filled to the brim and he desperately found a urge to empty it.He saw a gutter running on the side of the road and starting peeing onto it.On the wall of a dilapidated building just beside the gutter he saw blood
stains ,it was spread as if it might have spilled when one stabs a knife to one's chest.At this time,he began shivering,his legs became numb,and assumed the psychopath killer was somewhere around hunting for his next prey.And by all chance he would be his next victim.He began to visualize tomorrow's breaking news "Kumar a resident of Gandhi chowk brutally murdered by Psychopath Killer on the bhayanak sadak".He stepped a little backwards away from the wall and stumbled upon
something and fell down.When he rose he saw a dead body fallen there with blood oozing out of his mouth.With heart beating hard and loud, and being in a state of shock ,he hurriedly got up but his legs didn't respond ,with all the force he can he got up and began running as if hell broke loose, away from the dead body with cries of "Psychopath killer, blood, murder" at the top of his voice.But as he was running he could not notice a speeding truck and eventually he was mowed down by it,and as he expected he met his death under the truck's wheels and not under the Killer's knife. As he took his last breath,he pointed his finger towards the blood stained wall and said his last words "psycho killer, murder".Even the truck driver having a fear psychosis for the killer could not go near that wall and try to examine it but went straight to the police station informing them about the incident.
A police inspector arrived at the scene early in the morning and cordoned off the area.But to his surprise there wasn't any dead body.He interrogated a tea stall owner which was set just beside the dilapidated wall on the street "Yesterday, was there a dead body here?" ,"No" replied the tea stall owner with bit unease "but yesterday I saw a man being mowed down by a speeding truck at mid night".The inspector cross questioned him and started questioning him extensively as if he was close to cracking the case,"That man was yelling that a psychopath killer has murdered and left the dead body here at this spot .Where is it?".With a smile and pity for the dead man the tea stall owner replied "Poor guy,last night i had a heavy drink and was on a high and without little control over my body i fell and lay unconscious on the road,the man stumbled upon me and mistook me for the dead body.And the stains on the wall which he mistook for blood were actually the
blood-red beetle juice which i had spit on the wall the last night.As he ran crying "Psycho killer,murder" i was awakened from the sleep but before I could realize what was happening around he was no more,unfortunately".
If he hadn't come across anything regarding the psychic killer from anyone he might have survived the tragedy he met.
As they say its all in the mind(psych).
"Breaking news,Psycopath killer on rampage in the city.Toll rises to 8" read out the charming news reader blazing from a television set in a showroom on a busy street.But Kumar,who was walking past the shop, was more into the beauty and charm of the news reader than he was into the news of the killer.He considered the Psychopath killer just to be a myth created by the media for the TRP and nothing more than that.He turned deaf ears to the news being read out and set off on the street
towards his home after a hectic day at the office.
Kumar was a timid person on the inside but to the world he portrayed himself as brave enough to fight a tiger like Hercules. After hearing the news earlier on the tv, the psychopath killer occupied a small space in his mind.But his demeanor was as if he would slit the throat of that dreaded criminal if he comes right across him.
There was power cut that day and as a result the streets were completely dark, adding to that it was Amavasya(new moon day), a very inauspicious day.Humming the latest hit song,Kumar started towards his home with occasional glance at the people passing by and eavesdropping on them.Unfazed by the darkness, he strolled on a long wide lane which led to his home.Kumar was regular on this lane.It was usually a deserted street with not much human existence or movement on it, people called it "bhayanak sadak" because of the dreadful acts that used to happen on the street.
"Arrey, I have come to know that the murder of Pandeyji two nights back on this road was carried out by the Psychopath killer who is in the news these days" said a passer-by to another.The other passer-by ,with droplets of sweat all over his face, swallowing the lump of his throat replied "oh is it.lets get fast out of this sadak. I don't want to be at the receiving end of the killer. I have a wife and two small children". Kumar eavesdropped on these passers-by and that was enough to instill fear in him for the psychic killer.But still he was optimistic that there cannot be any psychic killer and it would
just be a myth.With all this thought running in his mind he came across another group of people who warned and cautioned him not to walk on this lane alone because they feared the psychic killer finds his prey in the dark,deserted places and when one is alone.These words of caution led him to have a deep uneasiness and real fright for the psychic killer and he began praying to the heavenly bodies to come to his rescue till he reached his abode.As a result of this fear his urinary bladder filled to the brim and he desperately found a urge to empty it.He saw a gutter running on the side of the road and starting peeing onto it.On the wall of a dilapidated building just beside the gutter he saw blood
stains ,it was spread as if it might have spilled when one stabs a knife to one's chest.At this time,he began shivering,his legs became numb,and assumed the psychopath killer was somewhere around hunting for his next prey.And by all chance he would be his next victim.He began to visualize tomorrow's breaking news "Kumar a resident of Gandhi chowk brutally murdered by Psychopath Killer on the bhayanak sadak".He stepped a little backwards away from the wall and stumbled upon
something and fell down.When he rose he saw a dead body fallen there with blood oozing out of his mouth.With heart beating hard and loud, and being in a state of shock ,he hurriedly got up but his legs didn't respond ,with all the force he can he got up and began running as if hell broke loose, away from the dead body with cries of "Psychopath killer, blood, murder" at the top of his voice.But as he was running he could not notice a speeding truck and eventually he was mowed down by it,and as he expected he met his death under the truck's wheels and not under the Killer's knife. As he took his last breath,he pointed his finger towards the blood stained wall and said his last words "psycho killer, murder".Even the truck driver having a fear psychosis for the killer could not go near that wall and try to examine it but went straight to the police station informing them about the incident.
A police inspector arrived at the scene early in the morning and cordoned off the area.But to his surprise there wasn't any dead body.He interrogated a tea stall owner which was set just beside the dilapidated wall on the street "Yesterday, was there a dead body here?" ,"No" replied the tea stall owner with bit unease "but yesterday I saw a man being mowed down by a speeding truck at mid night".The inspector cross questioned him and started questioning him extensively as if he was close to cracking the case,"That man was yelling that a psychopath killer has murdered and left the dead body here at this spot .Where is it?".With a smile and pity for the dead man the tea stall owner replied "Poor guy,last night i had a heavy drink and was on a high and without little control over my body i fell and lay unconscious on the road,the man stumbled upon me and mistook me for the dead body.And the stains on the wall which he mistook for blood were actually the
blood-red beetle juice which i had spit on the wall the last night.As he ran crying "Psycho killer,murder" i was awakened from the sleep but before I could realize what was happening around he was no more,unfortunately".
If he hadn't come across anything regarding the psychic killer from anyone he might have survived the tragedy he met.
As they say its all in the mind(psych).
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