THE WRITER’S OBSESSION Meeting Jane was the best part of the day. After all the journey of 12 hours from Russia to the United States, finally I met my dearest cousin. It’s been 6 years since we last met. She was now a very independent girl, not the one who used to beg for my toy cars anymore. With a salary of around $300,000 per annum, she had already purchased her home in Atlanta. We reached home by evening. After dinner, we talked till 11:30 approx. At the time of sleep, when I was in my bed, that is when it all started. I heard the sound, of footsteps, slow and steady as if a thief. Considering this an illusion, I ignored it. As I tried to sleep, I saw a shadow, passing over my door. This surely wasn't an illusion this time. There was someone, definitely. I went out. No sign of life other than a lizard on the wall. I went downstairs. As I passed by Jane’s room, I decided not to disturb her, so I went ahead on my own. The main door was open. “Who’s there?” I asked to get no rep...