Beginning from the End

The drops of water falling from the tap were heard clearly.

The window was open a little & the cold air coming from there was blowing the curtain as if expressing sorrow. There was silence everywhere. But still it was noisy. The noise of the beetles from the corners of the house, the noise of the wind coming from the window, the noise of the water falling from the tap, even the wooden chair was making a noise without any weight. Everything was inconceivable. It was difficult to tell the condition of that room. There was a strange silence. As if there has been no movement in that room for centuries. Everything that was there, was telling a different story of its own. And that too by screaming.

Then suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the door. Alerting myself, I picked up my gun placed near the chair, which I had bought a few days ago for my protection. I got up and slowly moved towards the door. There was no sound in that room except the sound of my footsteps. I, very carefully, removed the window curtain on the door from one corner and looked outside. I didn't see any person anywhere. Neither was there any other sound of anything else. Then a parcel wrapped in old paper, which was lying in the snow, caught my attention. I thought for a sec that no one would accidentally leave the parcel outside my door at 2 o'clock in the night in such an icy cold weather. Therefore, I opened the door without making any noise. A stroke of icy wind gave me goosebumps. I hastily picked up the parcel and returned to the same safe room of mine.

I looked at the parcel carefully. There was no information about the sender. I thought it appropriate to open it to clear my doubts. I opened the parcel in front of the candlelight on the table in front. When I opened it, I was surprised to see it.