Question

Write a mysterious story in 500 words.

Answer 1

           A Mysterious Night with Aliens & an Unknown Life-Saver…

It was a pleasant midnight. I was sleeping tightly. My sleep was interrupted by a blasting sound. I was alone … My parents were away for a week & I was staying with my Uncle Ron. Since he is deaf, he slept peacefully unaware of the blast. I was totally losing my heart when I realized that there is something mysterious happening in the garden. I didn’t get enough time to wake Uncle up & inform him. I grabbed a torch from my cupboard & rushed towards the place from which I heard the loud sound. I used to be a coward till that time. But at that moment, I gained some courage & that was for the first time in my life! I stood motionlessly at the sight of many UFOs firing at Earth from clear sky. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Is this the end of our planet? I screamed for help. But there was no use of doing that! We lived in a lonely place at the hilltop. So there weren’t anyone nearby to help us. Since Uncle Ron was deaf, he slept inside the house unaware of the destruction happening outside. Suddenly I heard a robotic announcement from one of the UFOs. It was as follows:

“Dear inhabitants of Earth,

We are the aliens from Planet Zoono who have come here on Earth to take over it. Good-Bye forever to all humans…

Well Earth, Time to Take You On!!!! ..."

This announcement was ended with a fire ball from the UFOs hitting the Earth… This shook the earth surface… I turned white due to fear! I couldn’t maintain the courage I gained a few minutes before I came to know what was going on…

I had no more lifelines other than Uncle Ron! I managed to escape from the firing by aliens & reach Uncle Ron who was lying motionlessly on his bed.  My heart was broken to find him unconscious. He was hurt by the firing! I was no other option other than to prepare myself for death!

I cried aloud, “Oh God, I’m coming to you!!!” … Suddenly, I heard someone speaking, “Son, I am always with you!” A bright light fell all over the entire place. It was from the sky! As soon as the light came, all the UFOs disappeared & all the destruction caused by them also vanished! My head felt to be heavy & I fainted seeing the mysterious smile of the unknown life-saver!  When I regained my consciousness, I was on my bed! My Uncle was making coffee for me! He said he had a nice sleep yesterday!!! He isn’t aware of what happened at night!

This story happened 5 years ago. Still I have two unsolved questions in my mind regarding that mysterious night; ‘Was that dream or a true incident?’ ‘Was the unknown life-saver Lord Almighty?’ The mystery remains unwrapped!!!

Answer 2

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I was sound asleep when I was abruptly disturbed by a sound outside the window of my first- floor apartment. It was eleven thirty and I had just gone to bed an hour prior to that. Still in a daze from my sleep, I stumbled over to the window and looked outside. To my dismay, I saw two men involved in an argument right below my window. I could not hear their conversation, but, all of a sudden, one of the men took a hammer out of a backpack and hit the other on the head. The man fell down with the impact of the blow and lay still. The assailant threw down the hammer and looked around frantically. I quickly drew back behind the curtain of my window and concealed myself more thoroughly so that I was not visible to him.

After ensuring that he had not been observed by anyone, the man took to his heels. As he passed under a street- lamp, I got a good look at him. As soon as he had disappeared from view, I went to the telephone and called the police to report the incident. After a short interval, I was transferred to a policeman who happened to be on duty. I described the incident and he promised to call an ambulance to attend to the man. He was true to his word, and within a few minutes, an ambulance arrived on the scene, followed by a car with two men inside who were presumably police officers. One of the policemen, meanwhile, took out a mobile phone and started dialing. The personnel from the ambulance looked at the man on the ground who seemed to be critical and made arrangements to take him to the hospital.

When my phone started ringing, I realized that the policeman was calling me and I answered my phone. At the other end was a police inspector who was in charge of the case. He introduced himself as Joe D’Costa, the inspector who had been assigned the case. He wanted to come up and speak to me. I agreed and he came in with a sergeant in tow. I told him I was Mark Fernandes, a writer by profession. He asked me numerous questions about myself and about what I had seen. He wished to know if I knew the two men who had been involved in the argument. He also asked me if I could identify the attacker and I told him that I had a clear view of him when he made good his escape. The inspector then told me he would send an artist in the morning so that I could give him a description of the fugitive. If my description was adequate, the artist would come up with a sketch of the man and they would be much closer to catching him.

Once the inspector realized from his interrogation of me that I was a respectable man and merely happened to be a witness in the case, he unbent sufficiently and gave me some information. The victim of the attack had died soon after reaching the hospital. Now that their investigation had taken on the hue of a murder inquiry, they were taking a more serious view of the matter. They were conducting inquiries in the area to determine whether anyone had seen the fugitive fleeing from the scene. As he was speaking to me, I was troubled by a niggling sense that I was overlooking something crucial to the case. I had a vague sense that I should know the person I had seen under the street-lamp, but for the life of me I could not recall where I could have seen him. The inspector left soon after that, promising to keep me posted about the case. Apparently, I had made a favorable impression on him, and so he was well-disposed towards me and quite inclined to provide me details about their investigation as it was under way.

The morning came and brought with it the police artist. He went through numerous pictures with me to determine various features of the suspect’s face so that he could come up with a sketch resembling him. The whole exercise was a time-consuming one and took up the better part of the morning. By the end of that time, we had a sketch with a good likeness of the suspect in the case. As I was a writer and worked from home, I could afford to spend that time to help the police with their investigation. Later in the day, I received a call from the inspector who informed me that they had identified the victim. He was employed at a local store where they had a copier and computers from which people could get online access. According to his employer, he was a good worker and always came to work on time. The inspector also told me that they were circulating fliers with the sketches of the suspect so that people could contact the police if they happened to catch a glimpse of him.