A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother | Final Part
Uncover the haunting truth behind Sumbal’s quest for closure in the emotional final chapter of “The Twins.” A gripping tale of secrets and redemption.
A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother | Part 4
Sumbal and her brother Sami: The twins | Part 4 The words echoed around the room. The glow in the corner directed her to a small wooden trunk that was placed beneath a broken floorboard covered by an old rug.The small wooden trunk was layered in dust and cobwebs, which Sumbal quickly brushed away with her bare hands.She was ready to open the small wooden trunk but paused. The voice became louder! “She knows, she knows.”Her hands trembled as she gingerly lifted the trunk’s dusty cover. It creaked as she raised the lid, protesting her trespass. Inside, she found a pile of aged papers and a small, faded photo tucked beneath them. The photo showed Sami and her mother standing near the basement door, but her mother’s expression was tense, almost fearful. Under the photo she found a crumpled handwritten note; it was in her mother’s writing.It said, It wasn’t intentional; he wouldn’t stop his tantrums, he was cursed. He was driving me insane, and so I pushed him but not so hard, it was a gentle push. Nothing was intentional. Sumbal froze in fear; she connected the fragments of her memories, and things began to make sense. Her mother’s distant behavior, her silence about Sami, and the photo.Sami wasn’t just gone; he had been silenced. The shadows in the basement shifted as if responding to her discovery. Sumbal felt burning tears streaming down her face, her emotions a mix of horror and sorrow. She climbed the stairs slowly, clutching the note. When she reached her mother, her voice cracked: “What really happened to Sami, Mama?” Her mother looked up to face Sumbal, totally startled, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. Watch out for the Concluding Part Stay Tuned Part 4 Blog, Short Stories, Story Nest Meher & Nisa: A Heartwarming Tale of Sisterhood and Self-Worth Saima DarashikohDecember 6, 2024 Blog, Short Stories, Story Nest A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother | Part 4 Saima DarashikohDecember 5, 2024 Blog, Short Stories, Story Nest A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother | Part 3 Saima DarashikohNovember 28, 2024 Blog, Short Stories, Story Nest A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother | Part 2 Saima DarashikohNovember 24, 2024 Blog, Short Stories, Story Nest A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother Saima DarashikohNovember 23, 2024 Saima DarashikohWriter | Scribbler of Dramatic Verses | Zoophilist | Empath |In the midst of writing my very first Novel | Mens Skincare Coming Soon | Husband’s Right Hand
A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother | Part 3
A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother | Part 3 His voice started to fade, and she finally fell asleep. That following day, Sumbal went to the kitchen to ask if breakfast was ready, where she found her mother looking through a photo album but was holding onto a specific photograph. She sensed Sumbal’s presence and, without looking up, quickly closed the album and shoved it into the bottom kitchen drawer. “What’s that?” Sumbal asked, “What are you hiding?” “Nothing. Just old memories,” her mother replied hurriedly and started cooking breakfast. Sumbal waited around for her mother to finish in the kitchen, so she could check the album and maybe find a reason why her mother was hiding it. Her mother finally left the kitchen, and Sumbal quickly rushed to the drawer, took the album, and headed back to her bedroom. Heart racing, Sumbal took the photo to bed with her, it was a picture of her mother, her brother and herself. In that same picture, Sumbal noticed a ghostly face of a little boy peering through the window and was pretty much clear. It wasn’t a glich or anything, she thought to herself. The presence of her brother Sami returning in her room grew stronger that night. She whispered, “Sami, what are you trying to tell me?” The answer was clear. The dollhouse door creaked open, revealing a new note inside. It read: He’s in the basement. Sumbal knew she had to find out the truth. The next morning, she confronted her mother again. “What’s in the basement?” she asked. Her mother’s face turned pale. “You’ve been snooping,” she said harshly. “Stay away from it and concentrate on your revision; you’ve got an English exam coming up in a couple of weeks.” Later that night, while her parents slept, Sumbal crept down to the basement. The air was heavy and cold. She hesitated, but a faint glow at the bottom of the stairs urged her forward. At the bottom, she found Sami’s old toy truck, abandoned. As she picked it up, a flash of memory overwhelmed her with a loud slam, her mother shouting, and Sami crying. A shadow appeared on the wall. And then came the voice: “She knows.” Part 4 Saima DarashikohWriter | Scribbler of Dramatic Verses | Zoophilist | Empath |In the midst of writing my very first Novel | Mens Skincare Coming Soon | Husband’s Right Hand
A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother | Part 2
Following Sumbal’s discovery of the unsettling note, the days got tenser. She sensed Sami’s presence more clearly every night now, like an invisible force that was constantly close by and spoke in a voice too weak to hear.
A Dark Presence: Sumbal and the Secrets of Her Twin Brother
Sumbal and her brother Sami – The twins Sumbal was 14 years old, living with her parents in the outskirts of Karachi. She was a quiet young girl and kept herself to herself. Something strange was going on in her life for a few years, which she never really spoke about with anyone. She would often feel a presence around her, a dark shadow that lingered beside her, an unseen appearance that whispered when no one else could hear. At times she felt it might be him. Sami, who had passed away at only 3 years old, was her twin brother. Maybe it was Sami, trying to tell me something she would say to herself. Sumbal’s parents didn’t really speak about Sami as much as Sumbal wanted to hear about her twin brother; she wondered if maybe they were uncomfortable and didn’t want to reopen old wounds. Or maybe there was something else that they were hiding or wanted to forget. But Sumbal couldn’t forget. Sumbal lay in her bed that one night, finding it difficult to sleep. The heavy rain and thunder were thrumming at her window while the wind howled in anger. She once again felt his presence; unwillingly, she looked toward the side of her bookshelf, where she mostly found this dark and almost tangible figure. The air grew thicker and heavier; she felt she was having trouble breathing, a gusty wind surrounded her room, and then suddenly paused as if someone was controlling it at the touch of a button. She whispered, “Sami, are you there? Is it you?” A faint rustle responded, like the gentle scrape of paper. Her curtains, shifted ever so slightly. Sumbal held her breath. As she stared, the shape of a small figure seemed to coalesce near the foot of her bed. Pale and hollow, with eyes as dark as the stormy sky outside, Sami’s form took shape, casting no shadow on the walls. Sumbal’s heart raced, her throat tight, yet a strange calm washed over her. She whispered so gently with barely a sound, “Sami, is it you?” she asked again. The boy looked at her with an expression that seemed almost human yet oddly distant. Slowly, he raised a hand, pointing toward her old dollhouse that she no longer played with. Sumbal, transfixed, felt herself moving toward it, as if under a spell. She opened the dollhouse doors, and there, in the attic of the tiny replica, was a small, dusty bed Sumbal had never seen it before; it hadn’t been there yesterday. The bed looked like it belonged to a doll no bigger than her palm. Lying on the bed was a tiny piece of folded paper. Trembling, Sumbal took it out and unfolded it. The note read: “It was her.” A cold shiver raced down her spine as she looked back to where Sami had been standing. The figure was gone, but the feeling of his presence remained, a constant, watchful weight. Sumbal didn’t understand, but something in her felt as if she had crossed a line, stepping into a place where the boundary between life and death was thin. From that night on, Sumbal felt Sami’s presence more clearly. He was no longer waiting in the shadows but lingering just out of sight, a companion she could never escape. And sometimes, late at night, she’d hear a faint whisper near her ear, a voice that sounded almost like her own. To Be , Continued ……., Stay Tuned Part 2 Part 2 Saima DarashikohWriter | Scribbler of Dramatic Verses | Zoophilist | Empath |In the midst of writing my very first Novel | Mens Skincare Coming Soon | Husband’s Right Hand
