Whats app
Anand halted near the tea stall in one of the small street
of Tnagar area for smoke. He worked in a
small budding IT firm in Tnagar. It was his usual routine to stop by this tea
stall and have a smoke before he leaves home. That day the shop was deserted
with very few customers which was very rare for a busy place like tnagar. Anand
lighted his cigarette went near the nearby wall and leaned on it. While the
puff of smoke warmed his throat he found the strange thing on the ground, it
was a cell phone.
Anand took it and found it to be costly one and waited if
anyone comes searching for it. He thought of asking people nearby but hesitated.
If someone misses it, they will surely call then we can hand over it to them –
he said to himself.
But no one called for the next two days. His desire to have
the cell phone for himself started to increase. That Sunday night he finally
took out the sim card from his phone and inserted it on the new one. He broke
the phones password as told by his techy friend, to whom he shared how he got a
new phone. After gaining access to the phone he called his wife, who has been
to her native with children for vacation.
Lying in his bed- alone in the home, he scanned the apps in
the mobile. He entered music player, played the tracks in it. All tracks were some
kind of strange music –someone screaming while on the background some animal
eating flesh sound was heard. He closed it and entered his most favourite
messenger app “whats app” simultaneously switching on mobile internet.
Some of the contacts already saved in the mobile were also found
on the whats app contact list. He casually surfed for the status of the people
in the list. One status got his attention, a name ‘Maya’ with a devil emoticon
as profile picture had a status “You gonna die in few minutes”. Before the awkwardness feeling about the
status began to dim, the status changed to “typing…”. Some sudden thrill
engrossed him since he never knew who Maya was, why and what she might be
typing to him.
“You were seeing my status” the msg came.
“Sorry do I know u?” he asked.
“Its my mobile you are holding now” a sudden chill went through
his spine. His logical mind said- all costly mobile has a mobile tracker which
sends a mail to the owner about the new
number when sim cards are changed.
“I am really sorry, I waited for 2 days but no one contacted
it.”he justified.” I will hand over it you” .
“I don’t want the mobile now” came the reply.
“Then what else …” he probed perplexed by the reply.
“I want you die”. His guilty feeling of stealing the phone
transformed into disgust and fear, fuelled
by his lonely house.
“What? “ he typed.
“Do u like to die where you are? –I mean in your bed?”
ignoring his message came the reply.
Anand’s fear raised, he sensed someone is stalking him. He
checked the clock it was 10 pm, all his gates were locked, the only room which
had lights on was his bedroom, where he was lying.
He quickly switched off the light, closed his windows after
carefully examining his deserted Dead End Street, came to bed.
Lying on his stomach in the bed, he checked his mobile for
new messages, with the room filled by the mobile display light alone. There was
one message from Maya, he opened it frenzied.
“You think the windows can shield you”
He turned the display towards his bed in fear, and suddenly
a flash a came from his rear end of the mobile. A picture was clicked and it
was sent to Maya in whats app. Anand was not able to understand what was going
on, he found the photo of him uploading . He attempted to stop it by switching
of the mobile internet, but he was not able to disconnect. He thought of all
possible logical reasons, and finally came out with most plausible one,that his
techhy friend could have hacked his mobile and playing prank with him. Though
some logic was missing, he believed it was him for the sake of relieving his
fear.
“Hey buddy wats up” he sent, thinking he may get some clue
if it’s his friend .
“Its me” a normal reply compared to the crazy earlier
messages he thought.
“No its sky” he attempted a old joke.
Casually he checked the photo that was sent, he saw himself
with a fearful face glaring the bright flash. Some thing in the photo seemed strange. He zoomed the photo’s right
upper corner carefully examining it, the screened loft which was above his
bed’s end was seen semi dark due to less flashlight reaching it. And on the
right top corner was some finger poking through the screen. Anand felt a sudden
surge of adrenaline, he turned towards his loft in panic and suddenly the
figure hiding on the loft pounced on him.
The room was filled with sound that imitated the screaming
sounds found in the mobile.
