1 The Typewriter
The car runs through dark night, this flashing headlight, warns incoming traffic, Ramesh accelerated more of the engine, The speed of the car has increased as if it is flying in the air, 800 - Horsepower's Mclaren M-12 is a fast-paced car that has won countless races in the 1960s. Ramesh's mind-like car has been sold by his friend Henry, Ramesh is very fond of cars, Many of his large bungalows already have several carts of his Mclaren Collection in the garage. Ramesh's father is a successful Business Man. He has billions of wealth here in England, Ramesh is his only boy and I am Jennifer Brown. Ramesh's fiancé and the bewy, both of us got engaged in the presence of all the family two years ago, I am from London, I also have a family business that my father and brother run. We are on a tour of England after a long time. We had planned to pass through the small towns of England so that we see the proper place for bear and business, even get to know people who lived here. We passed through many places and after resting in the hotel all day today, we made up our mind to travel in the evening
"Move slowly Ramesh no one should come under our car", I said looking at Ramesh
"Don't panic nothing will happen, there is better grip that no car has than this one ", Ramesh assured.
"All of that is fine but its speed is too much", Jennifer once again objected.
"This is its normal speed, it can catch more speed right now," Ramesh said looking at Jennifer.
Ramesh did not pay attention to Jennifer and did not reduce his speed. Jennifer kept speaking again and again to reduce the speed, but Ramesh had put a cotton wool in his ears. This is not a new habit of Ramesh, he has done this many times before too . Whenever there is a fight between Jennifer and him, the biggest reason is that Ramesh never hears that is against him . Yet this time Jennifer did not pay much attention to it so that there was no quarrel. The journey was long and tiring The two should not get bored in the middle, so they were going to discuss some other specific issue with each other then Ramesh looked at Jennifer and said, "Good tell the story now Jennifer, which you told our friends on the college tour, the path is long and there must be some conversation to cut it, by listening to your story, I will not sleep and the journey will be over easily", Ramesh requested Jennifer and Jennifer, who could not turn down his request "Okay I'm willing to tell the story but I also have a condition to reduce the speed of your car a little, so that my nervousness gets a little less and I can tell you the story comfortably" , Jennifer took advantage of the opportunity and told Ramesh. Ramesh obeyed her and lowered his speed. Seeing this, Jennifer felt comfortable and started telling her story "The point is of the days when the type writer was considered more than computer in our world, In every government fragrance, its honor was nothing less than a computer, People felt happy to take a course of short hand typing, In those days, a boy named Charles wanted to reveal himself to the world as a great writer. His only dream was that he worked hard to see himself becoming an author. He used to work during the day and study at night, in this way he had completed his education. Similarly, by collecting a pie, he decided to buy a second hand type writer for himself, He had collected a lot of money by now. So he arrived at the old shop in Baker's Street to buy an old type writer which is famous for buying and selling old spec goods. He saw many type writers there, but none of them was suitable. Finally, he glanced at an old type writer placed in a corner of the shop, Which was old to see, but still had a strange charm and the same charm pulled Charles towards it as well. Charles looked at it with the same glance so he picked up that type writer and headed straight to the counter, to set up his deal. As soon as his deal was decided by the shop owner, Charles gladly paid its price and moved towards his apartment. Charles was on a top place of happiness, on one hand he had added money so hard and if those money does not get the right stuff of need then anger comes, but Charles would not have to be disappointed because he had the pleasure of having a work item come home from his money. On the other hand, he was also thinking in his mind, whose story would he write first with this type writer and what else will Charles write, he was thinking of all this and was experiencing a lot of eagerness. He also bought a bundle of plain pages from a of bookstores on the way, the type writer without a page was incomplete, so now Charles' purchase was complete and he was heading straight to his apartment regardless of anything. On reaching the apartment, he opened the door of his room and put type writer on his study table.
Charles was a young man living in himself and spending time alone, but there was another aspect of his personality and he would come out only when he met his only friend Howard every Saturday. Both meet times to celebrate their weekends and drank till late at night but still had two days left for it. Charles sat down to write a few lines for new novel from his type writer after dinner, He was wondering if he wrote so much that he looked at a book he kept with him, on seeing it, he felt that why not write a ghost story. Today's younger generation likes this very much. He keeps his fingers on the type writer to write, but it seemed as if the type writer was pulling to type itself and by looking at the paper page, it typed "Ghost of Woods Villa", Charles gets a little nervous at first, he felt that someone was keeping tremendous pressure on his hands and the letters were typing on their own, further it types "7 July 1908, like everyday, today I saw that unknown shadow again", Now Charles gets little frightened which was shown by the drops of sweat that had emerged on his forehead, He immediately stands up from his chair in panic, causing the chair to go some distance back. Charles could not understand what was happening to him, who is dancing his fingers with his gestures on the type writer or is it just his illusion . He leaves the paper page in the type writer at the same stage and for a while, standing in the balcony of his apartment, smokes cigarettes, so that one can carefully consider this incident with a sigh of relief. The night was quite black, the moon was also hidden somewhere in the clouds, there was a shadow of silence around the road and the colony, there was no visible till far.
"Tuck... Tuck... Tuck... Tuck ... Tuck", the sound of someone walking is heard, It was late to get the sound of Charles' ears that it doesn't take long for him to understand that it is the sound of someone's boot heels. "Who could be on the city patrol at night,"Charles was thinking this in his mind and was also enjoying his cigarette puff, now Charles's focus was not on type writer but on the sound of that unknown step, In a short while, with a little bit of distance from street light, some one came forward and stood up. It was difficult to see the face of that shadow because he was standing in front of the light.
"Who can be at night, he is standing in one place, why not moving forward towards his destination, whose house does he have to go to, It seems as if that unknown person is standing in the same place and watching me ", Charles stands in his balcony and puffs a cigarette and thinks in his mind by looking at that unknown shadow, Now Charles was scared and standing in the same place as a fetish. Scared of not reaching any conclusion, Charles throws his remaining cigarette straight into his room and lies on the bed, started thinking about events, by thinking his eyelids become heavy and he gets sleepy.
Charles woke up the next day in the morning, like everyday, he wakes up in the morning and makes breakfast for himself and sits at the dining table with a coffee mug and reads the newspaper. After finishing breakfast, he is ready to go to his job, then suddenly his eyes are on the type writer placed on his study table, The emerald planted by Charles was completely typed in it, on which was written , "7 July 1908, like everyday, today I saw that unknown shadow, wherever I go he follows me. My name is Margaret and I work in "Cotton Mill", every evening for the last two days, after finishing my work , whenever I leave for my house, he comes to leave me till home. Then he stands at the crossroads and look at my apartment, I am very scared. Suddenly, why would anyone chase someone? What is his motive? If I know him publicly , why is he chasing as a stranger, why not meet directly , After all, who can be that?... ", Charles was quite upset now, after all, who would have typed this letter, I just wrote the first line, then who filled this whole page, Unknown fear had encamped Charles's mind because whatever was happening to him was enough to shake anyone. Yet Charles overcomes himself, He starts getting ready by placing that typed letter on the table and sets out to go to his work. Charles had the same turmoil all over the way, how the letter would have been written, Is a girl's soul attached to that type writer and if so what would have happened to that girl next?, Somewhere the girl was not referring to the same unknown shadow that I saw last night. After all, who can he be and what can he relate to that type writer, Charles kept thinking all the way when his work site came, he did not know himself.
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