Confined to home due to the lockdown, Samir had ample time at hand. Staying alone, Netflix had become his best friend.
That night he watched a horror movie. Though a brave heart, this particular movie left him terrified. Cursing himself for watching it, he went to bed. The scenes from the film kept haunting him before he finally dozed off.
He saw a hooded faceless lady walk through the wall and give him a rose. There was something so sinister about her smile. Sweating profusely, he woke up with a start. Relieved that it was just his hallucination and a bad dream, he turned to go back to sleep.
And then, he saw it…
Paralysed with fear, he could hear his heart hammer against his chest. He tried to scream but his voice choked within. A spine tingling sensation began to creep up as he began gasping for breath.
The Sunday tea meeting was a ritual, the Hashimoro family carried out without fail. The elderly couple lived by themselves in their old ancestral home. Their son, daughter in law and both the grandchildren visited them from the city, which was about an hour’s drive from there.
Every Sunday no matter what, the family never failed to be present for this evening of bonding over tea. Life went on as usual until old Mr. Hashimoro passed away.
After his death, his wife continued to live alone in the house as she had many beautiful memories attached to the place.
The following Sunday evening, with a heavy heart Mrs. Hashimoro, set the table with five tea cups, looking sadly at the sixth one in the cupboard, missing her husband even more. She went into the kitchen to get some snacks to serve along with the tea. The plate of cookies dropped from her trembling hands as she came to the table. The sixth tea cup was on the table….