in my deep sleep i heard a loud voice at the door. story of 400 words
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In my deep sleep I heard a loud voice at the door, one night as I was asleep in my bed, a loud screech that seemed like it was coming from beneath startled me. As I started, feeling suffocated, it looked as though my bed and then a shadow was moving closer to me. However, when I came to, everything seemed to stop. I lay on my bed bewildered but safe, thinking about the strange dream I had just had, and I began praying to every god I knew to help me. When I felt a touch on the bed covers and heard my name being said, I froze with dread and was on the verge of attacking the hosts who were trying to consume me with a torch. I held the bed covers in my hand and threw them at my assailants before jumping on him and beating him up with them. I grabbed at the bed sheets and stopped when I heard human screams coming from underneath the blankets, originating from his head. My cousin's brother, who had just returned from the army, turned revealed to be my assailant. Do they want to surprise me since they are early? I experienced the same wave of humiliation that I had with my cousin's brothers. Because of the terrifying nightmare, I had previously, I was still terrified.
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In my deep sleep, I heard a deep voice at the door. I was startled out of sleep since I live alone and it was unlikely for someone to be there at that hour. I crept to the door and tried to see who it was by peeking out of the window. It was raining heavily outside and all I could see was a figure covered from head to toe. I assumed it to be a stranded man who wanted to take shelter from the rain. I slowly gained some courage and opened the door. It was a middle-aged man and he looked somewhat like my long lost father.
I had grown up in an orphanage and all I had was a picture of my father that had got imprinted in my brain. I was always told that my parents had passed away in an accident. When I saw a resemblance in the man at my door, there was a sudden urge in me to speak and interact with him to know where he had come from. I kept looking at the face of the man and all I could see was an old innocent face. He looked so distressed and tired. The man walked slowly inside and seemed to be trembling in the cold. I made some hot coffee for him and started conversating with him. As I asked him about his whereabouts, all the pieces of the puzzle started to match. There was a certain joy that was creeping in me. It looked as if he definitely was my father, although it was hard to get over the painful truth I kept hearing in my childhood that my parents were no more. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I had totally forgotten that the man was still speaking to me. "I lost my little girl when she got lost in a fair." This line struck me like a burning arrow. I was taken into an orphanage when a benevolent soul found me lost in a fair. A lot of interrogations were made but nobody came to claim me, after which I was submitted to an orphanage.
I started crying and hugged him. I told him that I was his little girl that he had lost in the fair. He was overjoyed. We then spent the rest of the days reliving the days that we lost behind.
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