The book and the monster
It was a lonely night for him. He had nothing much to do, and neither felt the zeal. He saw the book resting, looking him into the face, on the messed up dining table. The book had been long on the list of his pending items. Just for the sake of killing the time, as he was not able to sleep, he picked up the book.
A mild wind was blowing through the room. Wind chimes tied on the curtain rail behind him swayed incessantly, producing a pleasant but mysterious noise. The book had involved him completely. Quite oblivious to his surrounding he was completely in its clasp. He was so engrossed that even if something lurked out of the dark behind the curtains, he would not have noticed. Just as he turned to the last page of the first chapter, for fraction of a second, his attention moved away from the book.
“Is there someone behind me?” He asked to himself
Consciously he turned back to flush away his apprehension. The curtains flew and wind chimes chimed. He went back into the book. But, still, he could not get the doubt out of his mind. He still felt as if someone was behind him. It seemed that the something wanted his attention, purposefully.
“Is it because of the book? Is someone or something jealous of the fact that the book has got my full attention and nothing else?” he asked to himself once again
He moved his glance away from the pages of the book. And then to greatest of his horrors, he turned into a monster!