Sumedh Jadhav
Bio
I write.
Stories (2/0)
The Beast Beyond The Lake
My memories haunted this old house of mine, good and evil but mostly bad. I still stay in this house anyway. Maybe I'm crazy. I don't think of leaving this house and moving to Penshaw, the closest town. This house is deteriorating as I age, and the house is undoubtedly winning in this aging race. The lumber on this house has lost its haleness; now, it is infested with termites. This house is creaking in agony with my every step, and a robust wind gust could make me homeless. But the memories attached to this house fuel me to replace the bruised lumber and scrub the mold-festooned ceiling of the attic. Every other day I squirted a hefty portion of the nasty-smelling disinfectant in a bucket full of water. I mopped the entire house flooring to ensure the laminated wooden flooring was glazing with the solution I cooked in my basement. Then I sprayed some room freshener in the corners of my house--aromatic lavender, says the spray bottle--it does smell like lavenders. And does its job to overcome the stink of that trashy floor disinfectant with no flavor. Once done with the floor, I check for cobwebs, but there are hardly any; even the spiders hate to accompany me. Later I took my laundry out, handed it with my yellow rubber gloves, let it soak in the mixture of soapy water, dashed some Dettol, took my gloves out, and let them sink in that water.
By Sumedh Jadhav10 months ago in Horror
Bedtime Story
The yellow school bus bobbed over a pothole. Leah felt a jolt down her spine and dropped her book. She carefully lifted it leaning down in her seat. Rusty red ponytail hanging low down her face hindered her vision. She stroked it behind to its initial position and revealed her grey eyes to an empty school bus. She was holding a book called The Little Prince. She stopped reading and shuffled through pages, trying to find something.
By Sumedh Jadhav10 months ago in Fiction