Copyright © 2019 by Abhik Dasgupta
Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual places or actual events is purely coincidental.
The reference of ghosts, supernatural entities, black magic, occult rituals, superstitions etc. in the content are necessary elements for creation of plot and the author does not in any way endorse or promote the same. The readers are requested to enjoy the story with an unprejudiced mind.
Mental illnesses play a significant role in the story. Through the work, the author wishes to raise mental health awareness and tackle the social stigma associated with psychological diseases.
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Mature Content: This Story contains foul language, description of erotica, acts of perversion and graphic violence intended for mature readers. There is going to be a lot of brutality, blood and gore you are about to experience ahead which you might not be comfortable with. Reading discretion is solicited.
ABOUT THE BOOK:
The series has its origins in Indian mythology with occultism, ghosts, black magic in the backdrop and psychological illnesses playing an important role in the protagonists' lives. Nothing is unsolicited - neither belief in ancient texts, rituals etc. nor modern scientific explanation, when survival is the only necessity.
Genres: Horror, Crime, Mystery, Thriller, Dark Fantasy
Setting Place: Places in Kolkata, West Bengal and a remote village in Dodamarg, Maharashtra are primary settings in the plot with occasional secondary settings being Delhi, Rajasthan locations, India.
Setting Time: December 2019, July 2009, 19th Century, 1st century BCE
Tone: Scary, action, romance
Season: One
Status: Ongoing
BACKGROUND:
Rural Superstitions:
He is a fierce warrior who primarily dwells in charnel grounds and can take vague, shadowy or evanescent forms mingling with the darkness of night. His piercing eyes throw an ominous gaze. A gaping mouth reveals sharp fangs. A sword is held in one hand for slaying enemies and a skull bowl in another for drinking blood. A scorpion dangles around his waist girdle made of bells and serpents entwine as armlets. A garland of human skulls adorns his neck. Large circular earlobes swoops over his shoulders and skeletal body frame shows pronounced rib cage. Veetal - the chieftain of ghosts rests in a dilapidated temple atop the Vetaal mountains in a remote village of Dadoka district of Maharashtra. The villagers seldom pass that way after dusk.
Hidden inside a secret chamber of the sanctuary is an ancient book. It is said that anyone who finds the book and follows the instructions will inherit the wits, wisdom and powers of Veetal - the knowledgeable, fortune-telling, paranormal entity who controls all spirits stuck in the twilight zone, between life and afterlife. An accepted disciple can become the richest or most powerful man on earth and can inflict harm upon his enemies remotely. No humans, ghosts, demons, monsters or any supernatural being can compete with a person who has won the trust of Vetaal. However anyone who invokes his wrath is sure to be doomed. He can drive people mad in sleep, kill children, and cause miscarriages in women. Being unaffected by the laws of space and time, he has an uncanny knowledge about the past, present, and future and a deep insight into human nature. It is impossible to escape the Veetal's army of undead unleashed behind anyone. They will never rest till they had found their prey out, killed and carried the body to be devoured by their master.
STORY:
'Season One' starts with a Kolkattan philologist coming to Dodamarg, Maharashtra in search of an ancient book, but disappears soon after taking shelter in Vetaal temple for a night. His driver, apprehended by the police commits suicide in the lock-up before they could get anything out of him. Ten years later when the police had wiped her uncle's name off the records, a young girl visits Dodamarg in search of her missing relative. From a diary where he used to scribble notes, she traces the acharya on whose request her uncle had gone to Dodamarg to retrieve an old scripture which could open new vistas of research for hindu religion. Despite the acharya's warnings she sets out to explore the place from where her uncle had disappeared and is found to be brutally murdered the next morning behind bushes near the temple. Prima facie evidence suggested a wild beast, possibility a leopard but the local people had other interpretations.
Ten Years Later, Kolkata
Shivangi and Suparna, both sisters suffer from Narcolepsy - a psychological disease in which the patient has sudden attacks of sleep, regardless of circumstances. When Shivangi files a missing person report in the name of her sister who has disappeared from her apartment, the police is initially unconcerned. However when homicide inspector Arunava Sarkar learns of two similar disappearances and discovery of two mutilated bodies - cases which had been dumped as unsolved by his department earlier, he finds a connection - except that the killer seemed to be a magician too, who could make bodies disappear from closed rooms.
The signature and modus operandi of the killings pointed to 'The Mechanic' - a dreaded serial killer of the nineteenth century accused of having executed more than twenty-five horrific murders in and around Kolkata, hoodwinking the police everytime they closed upon him and to have committed suicide in the end. He'd pose as a plumber, electrician, mason or carpenter and gain entry into homes - hence the name earned. All his victims belonged to the upper class of the society and were primarily women. Police had traced him to an acclaimed ventriloquist whose shows ran to packed houses in the city . A photo of him clad in a black leather jacket, a red bow-tie with face covered by a puppet mask dominated page one of all leading dailies in those days along with the reports of his misdeeds.
The sisters lost their parents in a car accident long ago. Suparna had stayed with Shivangi and her brother-in-law Upendra post their marriage for sometime . Then following an altercation with Upendra over their family property she moves on to an apartment in Saltlec. Suparna is an introvert who loved to thrive in an imaginary, make-believe world. It was peculiar that given her age her bookshelf still abounded with fairytales and childhood fantasy books. She derived the thrills from horror shows on television.
In her own life Shivangi is looked down upon by her husband for her inability to bear child. For her very first time Shivangi develops a liking for the handsome, helping and compassionate Arunava. Arunava who happens to be a loner reciprocate her feelings too. The duo comes closer after the young police officer goes a step ahead and rescues Shivangi from a terrible accident a second time.
The police in the mean time apprehends a puppet vendor, believed to be involved in the murder of the young girl and her mother - whose mutiliated bodies were discovered from a house in Joka. The father, a businessman had gone missing from the spot . Raghu, from whom the man had purchased an automatic doll for his daughter was the only lead in the Joka killings so far. But he was shifted to mental home soon following his arrest . When Arunava's informer apprises him of the death of Raghu's sick daughter who was in a coma since months, he immediately makes arrangements to meet Raghu at the asylum and blackmail him emotionally into speaking the truth without divulging about his daughter's death.
Raghu confesses to have raised Vetaal through an ancient book and sought his help in exchanging her daughter's soul with a young girl of her age. However as the experiment failed he'd try killing more girls, having grown powers from his master now. Arunava couldn't get any information about the location of the book from him. The very evening Raghu flees the prison after killing the janitor and a number of security guards. He is after Arunava now. Almost at the same time Shivangi gets pulled into the mechanic's parallel universe in her dreams, just like her sister.
Arunava has to go back into time now, find the mechanic and kill him in his time frame if he has to prevent Shivangi's soul being imprisoned by Vetaal forever . But how? If legends are to be believed Vetaal's undead soldiers carry their victims to their master by getting inside their dreams, travelling through space and time . The only other way to go back in time was to get hold of the ancient book and perform the rituals to please the chieftain. Arunava's flight to Dodamarg is delayed owing to bad weather and as he tries to bat an eyelid, settling down on the airport lounge at DumDum, he suddenly finds Raghu before him.
A non-ending, black expanse of nothingness ..A silence broken by sound of liquid trickling ..Was it from the ceiling ?Maybe. Though it didn't seem to be that high .A low-height ceiling ?She closed and opened her eyes a couple of times with the hope of gaining some visibility .. Then strained her ears .. Did some sound get lost into the sound of trickling ? The sound of grinding of some metal plate on something solid .. maybe stone ? Or was it hammering ? Like the sound of mincing of .. meat ? Her nose twitched at the thought. 'No it was just her wild imagination .. the effect of those horror series she loved watching on TV', she tried to convince her mind. 'Hmm .. What have I been watching last night ?' 'Strange!!! Why can't I remember the name ?' she asked herself. She tried to remember the story, instead.A young woman suddenly wakes up to find herself caged inside a dungeon. A masked figure was pulling a body, chained and gagged. It
He ducked below and crouched behind a rear wheel, waiting and changing positions around the cars; while all the time straining his eyes through the little light trickling under the floorboard to watch the movement of a pair of ankles and boots. One delayed or hurried move and he would be found. The sound of thwacking of iron on the pavement followed at intervals. Pressing his mouth with a hand in order to prevent his pantings from being heard, he carried out with the cat and mouse game, well aware of the futility of it.The figure seemed to wait for sometime after breaking a glass, perhaps checking inside the cars for something. He tried to ring the security but no one picked up. 'Why was he running, anyway ?' He was suddenly surprised at his tomfoolery. 'Perhaps this was only a thief stealing car stereos', he tried to cheer himself up. It was quite late and the huge parking lot was empty except for a few cars belonging to the top bosses of the company, who retired home only
I ran down stairs hearing the calling bell ring. I could hardly wait to open the door. The delivery boy gave a broad smile and handed me the box. I looked at the thing neatly packed inside and sighed . 'Remember the days when we were young ?', my wife reminded, flashing her eyebrows.My daughter's indulgence with dolls had taken on a high since she started going to school. She would be enchanted with a new doll for few months, then it would find a place in our store room along with the previous abandoned ones .The figurines of plastic and rubber - stripped of clothes and crippled with an arm or leg, with a missing eye, an ear plucked off, a 360 degree twisted head or body severed from the hip sat on the shelves like clowns leaving her in splits whenever she saw them.She had had her tryst with dolls which came with home furniture and kitchen appliances - the ones which closed eyes when laid down and those big ones which simply looked at you with round eyes and wi
Trying to keep my cool in the face of adversities, I contacted the bus operator and came to know that my daughter had suddenly halted the bus in the middle of the road, stating an emergency and got off near the market. My wife grew hysterical hearing the news and started screaming, while never stopping to blame me for everything . The teacher who accompanied my daughter later told the bus driver that Isha was not feeling well, so she had sent her home.I immediately set off for the teacher's house but when I reached Mrs. Gomes's complex, an one hour drive from my place, she was not there. I had the class teacher's number and learnt from her that on the way to school Mrs Gomes came to know of her mother-in-law's heart attack and immediately had to return back, pack her bags and go. 'And where did her mother-in-law stay ?' I asked excitedly. 'Versova, Mumbai', Isha's class teacher said matter-of-factly.After lodging a formal FIR at the local P.S. I was wondering how to
Turning behind I saw nothing. 'Must be field rats' I thought, looking at the rice fields behind the house and kept walking .A small room led to a big hall and it was here that the smell was more prominent. My torchlight illuminated heaps of cardboard boxes lying on the floor all packed with dolls. So this was Raghu's godown, I told myself. Did he live nearby or his friend had misguided me ? As the light shone on one of the boxes, a barbie doll's face peeped from inside the transparent cover.. I could recognize the company's logo instantly. As I began to open the top cover an uneasiness gripped me . Then I realized this one had a different face. And also a different body.This was ridiculous. It was an older version of Nisha, in fact an old lady wearing a gown and not a young girl wearing fancy dress . Her skin was shrivelled of age and hair dry and unkempt. Out of curiosity I took the doll in my hand and watched it open its hazelnut brown eyes. Wondering why
'Since when has your sister gone missing, did you say ?'Last night Sir.What brought you to her apartment ? You told she stayed alone'.She had called me.''You mean she called you to say she was leaving ?'I got a ring from her mobile number, but couldn't make out anything other than her groans and laboured breaths at the other end.What ?She was trying to spell out something amidst her gasps. I tried to call back but without result. I even tried to reach her landline. I thought maybe her health had deteriorated . She has asthmatic problems you see.Hmmm .. I see. At what time did you receive her call ?8:30 PMYou too stay alone or .. ?My husband is out of the city .. business tourWhat business ?Building promotingAnd you ? Are you working ?No. Housewife.Hmmm .. From Chandannagar to Saltlec .. takes two hours to reach by carYes. Aro
It was difficult to believe that Suparna would finally give in and take such a drastic step. They weren't on talking terms after that argument following the decision to sell off their ancestral property in Burrabazar. Actually it was Upendra's decision.Suparna was in the final year of her college when their parents died in a car accident. She had reluctantly stayed with her elder sister's family - Shivangi and her husband in Chandannagar for a couple of months. Then after she landed a job in BPO she moved over to Saltlec. Shivangi had caught her taking anti-depressant pills one day . Though she had pledged to dessist from such acts of self-destruction again, she knew once alone she would resume her habits. How many times Shivangi had asked her to refrain from watching those bullshit on TV. She had even locked up some TV channels in her Saltlec flat - but to no avail. She said the shows gave her thrills and made her forget her loneliness.But Shivan
'Did you notice the TV Mrs. Ghosh ? Shivangi looked at the broken LED screen in horror. The screen was sunk inwards giving rise to a vent which went deep into the wall behind, yet it didn't bore a hole through it . It looked as if someone had dug a tunnel inside the TV to pull something in. 'Could be a chemical reaction which caused the explosion', Arunava Sarkar murmured to himself. 'Can a TV explode by itself ? Is there some major electrical dysfunctioning in the circuits in this flat ?' He called the constable to collect samples of the wreckage. The forensics would take care of the rest.'Your sister had placed requisition for a mechanic .. a TV mechanic. The apartment owners' association informed us. She had complained that a particular channel was always showing up whenever she pressed the remote. And then videos would keep playing all by themselves with the remote failing to pause/ stop them. Reporting the cable operator had not helped - there are many users of that net