The Lady
It was one of those nights in the monsoon of Bengal when the heavens go wild, locally known as Kalbaisakhi. The diesel generator of the building refused to start, probably because water had entered its alternator. Payel was checking herself in the mirror over the sink when the power went off.
She could now see her reflection only during the flashes of lightning, followed by a rumble of deafening thunder. She continued to stare at the mirror, enjoying the effect.
Then, during a flash of lightning, she saw someone in the mirror, sitting on the sofa behind her. It was a horrific sight. A woman, her skin looked like that of a ripe pumpkin. She possessed no eyes; the rough pale skin continued over the area for eyeballs. She smirked, which made her look more evil.
Suddenly the sink started to vibrate heavily. Se tried to hold it steady, but it crashed on her toe, crushing her bones into pieces.
After returning from the hospital, she shifted into a new apartment. But power cuts in Kalbaishakhis still give her chills. Who knows when the lady might show up again.
