RedPaper.in – Short Fiction
By: Nidheesh Samant | RedPaper.in
Dr. Ramaya entered the house. He turned towards Tina and held up the contraption he was holding in his hand. It looked like a remote with a dish attached to its front end. He pressed on it. The knife that was hovering in front of Tina fell harmlessly to the floor. No sooner had that happened, than I felt a harder tug on my legs. My twin had entered into the room and so had my feet. Dr. Ramaya took a few quick steps towards me. I had been dragged up to my waist inside the room, until the doctor reached me. He pressed the button on the contraption again. I could feel the pull on my legs disappear. The doctor called out to me.
“Get out of the room and close the door fast!”
I did as instructed. I rushed to my feet and got out of the room. As soon as I was out, I closed the black door behind me and latched it up. I heaved a sigh of relief. I turned to the doctor.
“Is it over, doctor?”
“Yes, it is. Come take a seat.”
He pointed towards the couch. As I made my way to the couch, Tina rushed at me and embraced me. I wrapped my arm around her and we both settled down on the couch. Dr. Ramaya placed the device inside his pocket.
“Well, there is a lot to tell. I think we’ll have some of your rum. You both need to calm down and I simply need a drink.”
He chuckled at his own statement as he disappeared into the kitchen. I looked around the room. The blood on the floor had begun to disappear and the lights were stable. Tina had regained her composure. But, from her tight grip on my arm, I knew that she was still scared. The doctor entered the room with an open bottle of rum. He passed it to me as he sat down in the chair opposite the couch. He waited patiently as I and Tina took a couple of swigs from the bottle. Tina was the first one to break the silence.
“What the hell was all of this?”
I joined in.
“Yeah, doctor. This was dangerous. This..this…exactly, what the hell was this?”
Dr. Ramaya leaned forward.
“Do you believe in the paranormal?”
He did not really wait for us to reply. He continued speaking.
“I bet now you do. What you experienced here was a bit of paranormal activity. The black door room holds inside it a paranormal entity called the poltergeist. It is an entity or ghost that likes to create chaos and confusion.”
This time, we were speechless. We had nothing to say. The doctor continued.
“I research into the paranormal and supernatural. My research brought me to this house. I realized this cottage housed a poltergeist. I wanted to run experiments on it, to check the extent of its abilities. I needed a guinea pig for that. Not just anyone. I needed someone who had no family and nothing to lose.”
I realized he was talking about me. I could feel my temper rising but I controlled myself.
“Someone like me, yes? So, you purposely told me not to open that door? But, why tell me not to do it? I would have opened it eventually anyway.”
The doctor smiled.
“Yes, that is true. However, the reason for that was, the purpose of this test was two-fold. I wanted to see the extent of the poltergeists abilities and I was also testing you. I wanted to see if you had curiosity in you, the urge to explore. I know you opened it only because you were drunk and your friends egged you on. But, I believe you would have opened it in a couple of days nevertheless.”
I took another sip of rum.
“You are right. I would have opened it. But wait. How do you know I was drunk?”
The doctor burst out laughing.
“I told you it was an experiment, which means that you were constantly being monitored. The only uncalculated risk was you, Tina. I did not expect you to come here. Well, the experiment concluded that the poltergeist grows more chaotic if there are more people in the house. Quite interesting, I must say. You both were excellent at your job.”
“You bastard! How could you do this?”
I had had enough. I got up from my couch, ready to punch the doctor in his face.
“Whoa, whoa! Ease up there. Before you make any rash decisions, I have a proposition for you. I want you to work with me on my experiments. I am sure your coding pays well, but I will pay you three times that. You even get to work on top-secret projects. Think about it.”
I slumped back into the couch. The deal was quite good. The money part apart, it did sound very interesting. It was a chance for me to explore the unknown. I was angry at the doctor for making us his guinea pigs. But, the offer excited me.