It was a dark and silent night. I had shut all windows & doors before settling down for a long, cosy sleep. The night grew deeper. Eerie silence reigned the place as everything became still. I was buried deep in my sleep, oblivious to the darkness around me. And then it happened.
A loud ring from my bedside telephone woke me up with an inexplicable suddenness. I looked at the clock, which was seamlessly ticking with a deafening silence. It was 3:10. I caught the receiver with my frail hands trembling in fearful anticipation.
‘Hello,’ I said.
‘Hello,’ said a cold voice, which seemed vaguely familiar. It seemed to come from a far-away place.
‘Who is this,’ I mustered courage.
There was a long pause. My breath became heavier with anticipation. The caller maintained a spine-chilling silence. And then he spoke his first & final words which are still ringing in my ears. “Didn’t you recognize my voice? I am your soul. You died of a heart attack at 3:07.”
Horror-struck, I looked back at my bed and saw my own body sleeping in eternal peace.