Arbitrary Strokes on the QWERTY

Hey everybody, Just wanted to let you know that story #1.3, the finale of strange events in John's life, will be published by mid-October as I have my term exams coming up. ~Vinayak Iyer

The characters in the story are purely fictitious. Any resemblance with the characters in this story to the living or the dead is purely coincidental. Written by Vinayak Iyer, Mumbai, India. September, 2014  The night was silent. John knew it. Yet, he was out of the house for some fresh chilly air trying to remember the paranormal incident happened nearly a week before. Cold winds helped the dry leaves of the trees rustle against each other.      John's house (as earlier described) was not on a main road rather it was inside a by-lane. John saw a bright light heading into the by-lane. The light however was that of a car, John noticed. "That's unusual", muttered John to himself. This road was usually quite silent and inactive hence, the activity of a car passing through the road in the dead night was not something for John to cherish about. "And by the way", John thought, "the lane hardly leads to any place of settlements. The lane goes right ...

Hello Readers, First of all thank you for visiting this blog. I'm actually fascinated with stories with unexpected endings. So that's probably going to be displayed in my blog. The stories have a certain theme (maybe you notice it as time passes). Follow the blog and you'll be not sorry :P   Note: The updating of this blog will be done about once in a week. So hang around. 

The characters in the story are purely fictitious. Any resemblance with the characters in this story to the living or dead is purely coincidental. Written by Vinayak Iyer, Mumbai, India. September, 2014     "Congratulations, bro!" "Thanks! It seems to be a good deal", John replied to his friend, Samuel.     He was certainly happy about the house he bought and was more glad that Samuel's house was just a block away. It surely can be said as "a good deal" but the street was evidently not populated. (It can be rather described as a by lane).     After helping and chatting with John for about half an hour, Samuel decided to leave. As he helped himself to the door, he said something very raw to John, "This is certainly not a good deal, my friend. You shouldn't have come here!".     John couldn't make head and tail of it and all the more he was excessively surprised at his best friend's behavior. "Well, I ha...