Vitreous humour is the clear gel that fills the space between the lens and the retina of the eyeball. The retina is the part of the eye that sees the images which are conveyed to the brain with the help of the optic nerve fiber bundle.
‘No Sam, this isn’t great. I need an enthralling storyline, not a quondam story retold in a disparate style’ hollered Mike in front of all the unit members. Sam was terribly discomposed and it was time for him to egress.
‘You can proceed with your story, Jane’ Mike reclined back on his chair, closed his eyes and focused his attention on Jane’s recital.
‘I will be back, very soon with a more embellishing narration’ thought Sam and left the place.
The same night, Sam reached Mike’s apartment nicknamed ‘The Domes’ but was surprised to find Jane narrating her story to Mike. ‘Jane, the enchantress has Mike in her narrative grip’ thought Sam.
There was a torrential downpour and the rather murky ambiance is often disturbed by the sudden jolts of lightning. The door was slowly pushed and it creaked open. The occupants of the room suddenly shivered under the cold wind, and they turned towards the door to see who opened it. At the door, was a tall and a hefty man about 60 years old. His pants were torn and tattered and he held a shovel in one hand.
Far across the distance, there was a lightning strike, and the occupants could see the man’s face. His eyes were glowing like red ambers and he pushed open the door. This unprecedented move made the occupants run haywire and the old man walked into the room heaving the shovel in all directions like a madman and it hit the male occupants on his head from behind. A sudden hemorrhage occurred and blood rushed through the optic fibre, gushed into the vitreous chamber through the blind spot and filled the otherwise transparent vitreous humour, rendering it red. He’s become unconscious soon and fell to the ground with a thud.
The old man put his leg on the fallen man’s back and had the shovel digging into his back, and was holding the girl’s hair with his other hand lest she would escape. He pulled the girl towards the shovel and lifted the girl and banged her onto the top of the shovel.
‘Creak’ there was a sound and the girl’s spine broke. Under the weight of the girl, the front end of the shovel dug deep into the man lying on the ground, and that was all.
The hue and cry dissolved into thin air with the sound of thunder dominating the milieu once again.
‘Stop it’ Sam cried. And even before Jane could finish her narration, Sam rushed into the apartment heaving the door wide open and pulled out the shovel from behind and hit Mike on the back of his skull and heaved Jane onto the shovel breaking her spine.
‘Yes, and the old man now appears as a youngster and he goes on a carnage spree killing all the inmates of the Domes apartment owned by Mike. My story is better’, he winked at Jane, and left the place.
Two days later, Sam left the town and he was staying in a hotel. He heard a door bell ring and opened the door.
The next day morning, Police arrived at his place of stay following the hotel owner’s complaint that a bad smell was emanating from the room in which Sam was staying. Sam was murdered in cold blood and this created a sensation. When the detective inquired about any odd events or queer looking people seen in that area, eye witnesses were reported to have seen a man with red eyes as if they were filled with blood and a woman who was having a bent back.
‘Detective, we found something in the room; you got to see this’ called out the local policeman who was searching for clues.
The detective rushed to the room and found a piece of paper. He opened the paper from which blood was dripping and it was written, “My story is even better!!!!”
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