Rest in caption There was no answer apart from my name called again. I was covered in cold sweat as the house was empty for the past seven days. I distinctly remember plunging the knife in her several times till she was dead. I remember burying her in the backyard in the dead of the night too. How can she call my name now from the kitchen where I killed her. Was it my mind playing tricks on me in this self imposed quarantine or there actually was she calling me. I was trembling in fear and sweat all drenched me from head to toe. Once again I heard my name being called and I was rooted to the ground, my feet all as if lead was poured in them.
