Amygdala Horror Series

  The world consists of two sides, one is the happy warm bright side and the other is sinister cold dark side. The dark side is full of ‘stuff’, stuff that upon looking would give you nightmare for years. I’ve been a part of the dark side for a while, trust me I’m not proud when I say this but I’ve been an assassin for a good six-seven years before... Well that's the story I'm about to tell.    New York in the 1960s, I was barely an adult. Things were changing fast and money was the only thing that kept us alive. Born in a poor house, with no father and a mother who worked two jobs to feed me and my sister. My friends had a gang and I joined in when I was 15.    I’ve killed a lot of people. I’ve always regretted my past but I had to do everything to survive. Jobs were scarce back in the time and Mafias ruled the cities. Everyday was a struggle to feed yourself and being jobless meant suicide. So I decided to join the mafia as their assassin.   ...

Demons live to sin. Demons sin to live.     Dr Shyam was the first to notice the corpse of his patient hanging from the hospital room's fan. He was on his usual night rounds. It had been around a week since his patient had regained consciousness. For the last six years or so, he had taken extra care of Ajay Sawant, the comatose body lying in room number 7 of their small yet efficient facility.    His room was in the isolated wing of the hospital as this case was very strange and hence also very important. He was shocked when he looked into the grief-stricken eyes of Ajay. His body was pale and lifeless, there were marks on his arms. On the bed was a note written by the deceased man. Shyam opened it and started reading. ~    Time flies, they say. It did for me. Six years ago I was found unconscious on a river bank near Lanja. I was taken to the hospital and doctors found out I was in coma. A week ago I woke up, since then my body feels numb and ...

  We were in Colaba, panic shopping for our friend's birthday tomorrow. Two boys searching for an appropriate item good enough to gift our beloved Akriti.    Our first thought was to buy her some piece of decent fallalery. Hritik asked the shopkeeper the price of a necklace that he liked, the shopkeeper said, "Two hundred and fifty rupees for that special piece." Astounded I blurted out, "Two hundred and fifty?! What is it made of? Pure silver? You must be kidding!" The shopkeeper gave me a puzzled look and my friend whispered in my ear that it was normal for jewelry to be that costly, even when it was fake. It was my first time out in search for a gift for a girl, and I had no idea what girls liked.    Since it wasn't in our budget we moved on to the next shop in hopes of finding something else. Beside paying an extravagant amount for some silver beads on a thread felt absurd to me. There we found two pairs of earrings for fifty rupees and bought them...

Did I just kill a man?     Since the beginning of her journey, Anna was to carry out a simple task, finalize the deal her boss had entrusted to her with much trust and conviction. She could have never believed the turn of events which had unfolded in front of her eyes.    It was raining with full force and the dark night had brought darker possibilities to be true. Anna was running as fast as she could, her sloppy sandals punching the ankle length water on the street, I need to find a telephone. She had left hers behind at the hotel as she quickly ran for her life.    Every shop was closed, it was around 11 pm and there was no sight of any person or cars in the near distance. She kept running, after running for about 5 blocks, she saw a bulb on the right, gathering pace she reached the place. It was a dingy old shop and an elderly man was sitting, his nose buried in a news paper. Anna asked him if there was a telephone in his shop, apparently he ...