"Blood of my blood"

"Lies are what?" Might be the darkness of mind led by our very own thoughts. And what if the truth we are believing, later on, turning out as a delusion. 

Perhaps, Scheming two-faced or destroyers of endgames. What if it is feeding parasites or botched braining. Until we make it truth, Our truth.

"Everything's a lie." Do We get chances to choose our truths or lies?

Sub-Urban legends are always wrapping beneath a truth, we thought a lie or vice versa. Because legends roaming around sub-urban livelihood are never much ordinary as their lives seems like.

Our story set in a town in India, Mussoorie, An emperor of hills standing in front of everybody; by carrying charismatic blooming past. Holding a bunch of Heritage behind. And carrying forward her beautiful present to the tomorrow. 

"But once a myth always a myth,

Unlessthe truth unleashed."

Intimes bygone, There was a gentleman quoted "Mikkel Anderson", an applicant of government labour, sitting in a coach. The train was heading from Dehradun to Mussoorie. Holding a newspaper, of edition May 1926. There was another passenger who sat next to him, wearing black trousers along with a long coat with quite urban decency and holding a book in clutched fingers. After a train halt, that person headed towards Mikkel and introduced him, his name as "Dr Dinachand Sharma" further added "he is practising medicine from England", and heading back to his home for vacation.

Before the train arriving Mussoorie, the fellow travellers were sharing words whole way. Dinachand picked a topic from one of the legends famous during those time…"Pisach" (Vampire of dark lunatic hills). Mikkel was curiously attending his words. Later on, they reached their stop.

The day for Mikkel was quite disturbing as that hit him like a hardcore. He was rushing fast. Delayed. And didn't get his interview done. The only thing he met fine, was the sunset of 'Queen of Hills'. Mikkel stood still and enjoyed the setting down of the sun. The colours Yellow, Red and dull orange were seemingly danced of the fire. As the sun went down. The next move turned darkening.

The night was as shimmer as the abyss. No one was on parkways. As night was dulling older. The weather was starting to turn down. There's speciality of No moon nights, They are valid for the haunt. As like that night was. Fatedly, Mikkel was rushing for a shelter in that cold dying night. He crossed a lamp post lit dimly because of cold while the fire was once to die.

He saw a prehistoric Manor near the hills. The big Gothic attire manor. The house stood amidst fall of deodar with its own beauty and history. He stepped in; knocked the door but didn't find any response. He was up to moving back. So a middle-aged bald, short person wearing a smoking jacket came before. Mikkel was shivering with cold, unable to had a word; as soon as trying to talk to, the landlord requested him to come in.

TheManor was happening, with ancestral aroma. Carrying so many generations of uncountable decades and was standstill.

Landlord urged him to sit near the fireplace. While offering Mikkel his warm jacket, he introduced himself as one of the officials of East India Company, "Sir. Andrews Addington".

Subsequently they had their dinner. While having a meal, Sir. Addington showed his room and caught his way.

As like rushing day, Mikkel had a restless night. He felt uneasiness and insomnia was slammed him so badly. When the clock struck at'10. He decided to left the room before it turning suffocating. He decided to take a walk in the house. Later he reached in the main hall, where Landlord sat while holding a book named "Flesh of my Flesh". The cover of the book was as horrifying. Landlord pointed towards on the shelves. Every book on shelf juggling, he didn't find any. Might be 'cause of restlessness. While looking for a book Mikkel saw a family photos of eight-members, with Landlord along. Sir. Addington told him they are in England now and soon He'll catch them there too; because he is retiring next month. He was still searching a book but the result was still the same as like the previous one. "No book yet". So Landlord came forward and offered him a book titled "Cannibalism: Practice of blood". Mikkel while clearing his throat said can I take a walk, Rest? Landlord allowed him. While roaming near the corridor he heard an unfamiliar quirk sound from the down. He took a lantern, moved down in the basement saw an old lady twisting the barrel and floor was drenched with some unpleasant fluid. While pointing that lady. 

Mikkel shouted "Stop" 

and asked 

"Who are you?"; Hurriedly.

The basement was so dark suddenly he saw nothing while surprisingly rubbing his eyes he felt a sudden sinking. He was trying to move an inch but didn't succeed. He was continuously screaming for help but no one was there to hear. 

Consequently, he experienced a pressure over his shoulders and unable to move; was drowning in that unpleasant red fluid, gradually and covered red.

He stood still. And at very next second he started swimming in the fluid covered room. Found himself in an ocean big fish-tank with died fishes and only that red fluid withstood.

He saw someone was watching when push came to shove he was drenching in that full fluid room. He knocked on the window while swimming in blood and fell out. He was full of blood, and when he knocked on the window; he got injured his head and started bleeding. He thought he survived but he was not there were so many things yet to happen. While escaping that Manor of Deodar hills, he found himself in the maze of deodar with no direction but only confusion. Darkness was turning his attire as horrible as death. He was not so sure how far this foul game will be he playing or how afar will dark go? He saw some glimmering in dreary distance, he started heeding the light.

After running half-mile, he reached to the edge of the woods. And found the very same Manor right in the front of him. Mikkel was travelling an endless loop With no clue rather than what happenstances they were. But there was a shiny-silver deodar tree with its own moon. "The tree of devil lights". 

Mikkel was lost. Didn't get what was true or what was false. Whereas moving next he saw Eight graves nearby. While reading their names one of them had written " Sir. Andrews Addington", Mikkel got cold feet. No words to hoof. He screamed but no voice came after. And he was still in front of same Manor and Landlord "Sir Andrews Addington"…stood alive in front of him while corpse lying dead in the grave.

The tree of devil light was dancing in flames. Ensuingly, the moon turned red Whereas Doppelganger Mikkel was eating his flesh and Landlord came towards the victim Mikkel while offering a bowl of doppelganger Mikkel's blood.

Landlord raised cain; 

"Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood."

And both Doppelganger and Landlord howled in a creepy-horrible way, later.

That incident pushed Mikkel in deep dark panicking, he chopped down. 

Followingthis, next off, he woke up in the middle of the woods. The sun headed on the top of canopy, edges of crown was easily visible. And the place was rushing by. So many people were there. The searching team with a doctor was too present. Suddenly the doctor said; 

"He is dead 'cause of scare and heavy blood loss." 

While moving nearly Mikkel saw his own "Pale-blue half-eaten body with soggy hair" lying on the grave beside the Manor, along with graves of Eight members of Addington family. 

He screamed aloud; 

"I am alive… I am here".

Thenceforth someone knocked him, the very same landlord was on the far side of Mikkel. Again he screamed his heart out and woke up in the coach while sitting straight, nobody around and the station was rushing behind. While holding the same book "Cannibalism: Practice of blood".

Inhurriedly he threw that book off. And settled in the sit. Afterwards, a fellow passenger came in the coach and sat next to him. When that person put off his Top hat; was the very same guy "Sir. Andrews Addington."

Mikkel blabbered his name, and that person was in shock-

 "How could you know my name?"

Mikkel giggled and offered that person a pot-

"Blood of my blood". 

While stabbed on his face and holding his arms pull to pieces, also biting vein of his neck and drank his blood. At a leisurely pace he ate his heart.

Afterwards, Mikkel was all set to heading a new town to attack new preys. By leaving secrets behind. Until lie screamed hard he propelled a biggest lie. But unseemingly left the truth underneath his lies for controlling both dark and light.

A Pale-blue, half-blood sunken soggy haired, horribly slaughtered corpse of 

"sir. Andrews Addington".