This short story is an account of the experience of an ordinarily sane and rational person who has never succumbed to any unfounded beliefs. Yet when fate casts her into a blighted spell of loneliness, the protagonist finds herself being sucked into a into a web of paranormal contemplations . She gets mentally weaker as fear eats her up from within. She is gradually driven to the edge of sanity . Her mind might even have been permanently damaged had she not experienced the coming alive  of her psychogenic terror right before her eyes. The shock of her worst nightmare becoming a reality is counterpointed by the shattering of that dreadful manifestation when fate again spins around to show its cognitive face , exorcising her demons and arresting her complete collapse. 

Preeti Brahmin hails from the Darjeeling hills. She has been  an educator of children  in  village  schools for the last twenty years in the terai and Dooars of North Bengal . Between looking after her  children in school and two girls at home she tries to find time to pen down  her thoughts and experiences into poems or stories. She enjoys reading, gardening , wondering , growing and bonding with nature. '