THE WELL (Chapter II)

by Joshua Sanford Cult
6th August 2016

The story continues,

 

AFTER FEW DAYS:

                                 The little girl again! She finished her schooling   ; she must pass the well to reach home. But she wasn’t afraid because she did not get disturbed while she passed the well for so many days.

So she crossed the well bravely. While she entered  home she found out that she lost something in her school (it was her lunch box) she was afraid that her mother will scold her   , so she decided to go herself to school and bring back her lunch box. 

She reached the school without any problem and disturbance.She found her lunchbox . Now it's time to get back to home, she left from school. 

While she passed the well, she heard some whispering noise   ,  she turned back and  was searching side by side. She was panic because she didn’t see anything but the whisper continues. 

She passed the well successfully and she saw a strange man nearing her. She was afraid and shouted “help me somebody he is here to kill me”. The girl screamed like anything, he was nearing her. She started running away from the place.

But he didn’t run behind the little girl, he just threw a stone towards the girl. Stone hits her head and she faints down. 

The man was moving to the girl, he had a long knife, holding in his hand. The girl asked him “why are you trying to kill me? Do you have any reason to harm me”? 

For that he angrily replied “do you know am I? I’m the father  of the boy who you and your parents made him to kill himself.

She actually doesn’t know who he is talking about 

“THE BOY WHO KILLED HIMSELF BY FALLLING INTO THE WELL WAS THE SON OF THE STRANGE MAN WHO TRIED TO KILL THE LITTLE GIRL AND HER FATHER”

The strange man started telling his flashback to the little girl.

 

 THE STRANGE MAN ‘S FLASHBACK (TO THE LITTLE GIRL):

I was born in a poor family, my father owned two cows, he started selling milk and my mother was a baby sitter. Even we were poor we had a very happy and peaceful life; I was grown up without education due to some medical expense for my father. He suffered with cancer on his back Doctor advised to take good care and take his medicines to live a long life 

After few years his health condition was terrible as he was unable to move to sell milk. After that I took his job, I was selling milk house to house. When I attend my age twenty seven, my parents got me married to a lady who worked as a dishwasher.

I started a peaceful life with her, three years passed away me and my wife had a happy life but that happiness did not be with us for a long time. We don’t know what our curse was because we could not afford a child. Our happiness was lost 

It was late night I returned home,  I ask my wife to bring me a cup of water, suddenly I heard a huge knocking at door,  I opened the door it was an neighbor who lives nearby my parents house

 He was looking shocked I asked him “What happen my friend? Is there any problem In between you and my parents” He replied “no! Nothing problem in between me and them, your dad is suffering with pain it seems he is willing to die anytime so please come and stay with him” 

I ran to my parent’s house and slowly came near  my dad. He said “Son please take care of your mother   , I really don’t know how she going to survive without me. And take care of your mother and the cows ”. 

That was the final speech to me. My father died. As he said, I took care of my mother and his cows.

Few months later my mother passed away. I had faced lots of problems day by day in my life. Suddenly I heard a gruesome news  “Oh my God”!   My wife fainted while she was washing dishes; she was admitted in the hospital. I ran for her to the hospital.  A doctor came to me and said “Congrats! You going to be a father “I was extremely happy that my wife is pregnant  

Day’s passed away me and my wife started a happy life with our boy child. We decided to educate our child, so we saved some money and made him to join a school. 

He was the top ranker in all the subjects. Each and every teacher admired his activity; he was good in sports too. 

Finally my son graduated. He was trying for a job but the place where he went was full of corruption. He answered each and every question perfectly but he wasn’t selected. Because he had a heavy competition, even he was intelligent we didn’t have money to pay the managements, so my son was rejected

He came to home with full of sadness. He hugged me tight and cried. I asked him “what happened son?” He replied “’I failed dad, money is everything even to join a job they are asking for money. I thought talent is the only need to survive but money is everything dad”.

I said “son don’t feel this is your first attempt, the world is big. There are some managements who really trust a person’s talent so go for it search that kind of management and enter into it, I’m sure you’ll get a perfect job so don’t worry”.

He kept searching for job; finally he came home with lots of chocolates and full of happiness. He came to me and said “dad I got a job, the management told me to join the job within ten days”.

I and my wife were very happy to hear that he got a perfect job.

One day I was sick, I was affected by viral fever. I can’t able to move to sell milk. So my son said “Dad you’re sick so take rest I’ll distribute the milk to everyone”. 

He was distributing the milk bottle to every house. While he was distributing to your house (The little girl’s house) your mother said that she’ll pay the milk money, so she said to him to enter inside the hall of the house and sit for a while. He just waited as your mom said. Finally she came with the milk money and gave it to him and he left.

A day passed away my son went to distribute the milk, he distributes to every house and finally when he distributed the milk to your house. Your father came out with full of anger saying “You little thief how dare you to steal my wife’s necklace” and slapped on my son’s face and asked him “where is my wife’s necklace?”

                                                       To be continued. ... 

 

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