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 reply.

I ran outside. No one. I wanted to investigate further but staying at home was more important. Suddenly something struck me. Jane!!! I ran to her room. Her door wasn’t locked. The intruder must have entered the room. My heart skipped a beat. In there, Jane was sleeping under the sheets of blankets. I took a deep breath. But the trouble wasn’t over yet. The question still persisted- “who was the intruder?”

I woke her up.

“There was someone,” I said.

“Don’t panic, Tony.” She started. “It must have been your subconscious imagination.”

“But the door was open.” I continued.

“I must have forgotten to shut it,” she replied.

“But I saw a shadow,” I said.

“You know what, you are tired.” she replied, “You need to get some sleep, and let me sleep too.”

She said no more words and simply covered her face with those sheets of blankets.

I shut the gate and went to sleep. Things were normal the next day. We traveled around the city the whole day. At night, after dinner, when I was on my bed, I saw it again. The shadow on the door. It wasn’t any imagination this time. I was sure it was real. I went out again. But no one was there. I went down. As I went out I saw someone digging in the garden. I went nearer. Jane was digging the soil in the garden.

Her eyes moistened when she saw me.

“They killed me,” she said, almost crying.

My brain almost stopped working. What she was saying was beyond me but shocking as well. Suddenly, she started crying even louder.

“I was happy in my life. What was my fault?” she said.

She started digging again. Suddenly she stopped, threw the shovel, and started walking towards home. The next thing that I saw was her lying on her bed, under those sheets again. I woke her up. But, surprisingly she didn’t remember anything that just happened outside. Something was strange. Why did she react that way? Who was killed? Is Jane possessed? All these questions came just in a second. There was nothing I could do but call a psychiatrist.

The doctor came the next day. He started talking to Jane. Meanwhile, I searched her room. There, in the drawer, were a lot of paintings, photos and “The neighboring girl”. Wait!!! Jane was writing a novel!!! What a surprise!!! I went through it. A story of a girl, Luna Brown, who was killed by some thieves in her house. She later possessed her neighboring best friend and went in search of those thieves. That’s all….

It was time for the end of the session with the doctor. I went out. Jane was sitting on the chair. The doctor then asked her for water. As she went, I asked him.

“What’s the problem, doctor?”

“She is suffering, from Multiple Personality Disorder. By the way, who’s this Luna Brown?”

Finally, things were clear. Jane immersed herself in her own creation so deeply that she became Luna Brown at times.

It’s been two years since this incident. Jane has recovered and seriously, I don’t know anything about her story. I never read it again.

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