Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   This was the moment. This was it. The moment when it all stopped. The moment when it all ended. This..is the moment..when I died. Yes,I remember it vividly. I remember it lasted a couple of seconds,I would say, but it felt like…an eternity. Like a film I was watching and the story was slowly unfolding in front of me. Now here I am,staring at the scene. The scene in this movie of mine. The scene which makes the movie. Where it all ends. Where it all goes upside down and changes everything.    Here is the truck.Right in front of us. God,the noise it made!It was like a train. Only this train was on the road and heading straight at us. I don’t remember much about it. I mean,I did just have, like a second, before I realised what is coming. I do remember the headlights,the big blinding headlights,almost like the sun. Almost,like an oncoming train where you see nothing but the lights and you know it is over for you. The noise this thing made. It did feel f...

Scream!It was right in the dead of the night. I remember that night so well but I digress.Let’s get back to how it began.    That house was always creeping me out. Weird shadows,always covered in the dark.It felt like sun did not shine at that corner of the street at all. There were always stories about the house and the people,the owner,who lives there. Initially,18 th century house was standing right here. Full of character,stories and lots of creep factor but not too long ago it was gone. Demolished,destroyed and the new owner built a swanky new mansion. Stylish,modern,minimalistic. Understandably, whole street was excited,we all took an interest in what is going on.i think that would be fair to say. Someone famous or rich or both has moved in,we thought.Hmmmm,looking back on it,it would not be surprising if you would mistake this man for a star or just a man with power and money. He was oozing confidence and was radiating power. Nobody knew who he was though...