A thrilling story by Anupam Mandal & Chirag Ghosh, Class 4, Epic Public School. One quiet night, under a sky full of stars, a mysterious figure runs across the sky, eyes watch from the darkness, and the memory of that night never fades. A tale full of suspense, curiosity, and adventure.
One evening, I was sitting alone on the chair in our backyard. I looked up and kept staring at the sky. The stars were twinkling like tiny lanterns, and the moon glowed just like a watchful eye of my teacher in the classroom. Everyone else in the house had gone to sleep by then and I was all alone.
After sometime I felt something strange in the air, as if someone was whispering. A felt my heart beat faster. So I slowly went out of the gate, very carefully not to make a sound. Not even the grass beneath me could feel my movement as I walked holding my breath.
As I walked deeper the whisper became louder and louder. And the I could hear it it was the – howwwl! Wolves! Somewhere in the hills, I realised, they were howling at the moon. My heart started pounding. I looked around. The trees moved as if they were whispering something. And then… I saw them for the first time ..
Eyes.
Many, many eyes.
Watching me from the bushes. From behind the fence. From the trees above.
I stepped back, sweeting in fear by now. A twig came under my feet. I stopped and so did the howling. Everything was quiet. It was just the sound of silence.
Too quiet.
Suddenly—whooosh! Something flew across the sky! It wasn’t a bird. It wasn’t a plane. It was fast, glowing, and had long silver arms like smoke trails. It didn’t fly… it ran. Yes, it ran across the sky like a shadow chasing a dream.
I was really scared and decided to turn and started running as fast as possible, all the way back to my home. I locked the door behind me and looked out through the window. The sky was still just like before. The stars were still twinkling. But something… something had changed.
I never told anyone. Not Maa. Not Baba. Not even my little brother.
But sometimes, when I sit alone on that same chair and look up at the night sky, I remember that night.
The wolves.
The eyes.
And the sky that ran.
It still gives me goosebumps.
And somewhere, deep inside, I know—I saw something that no one else did.
