The Trespasser

There was an eerie silence that whispered to him that someone had been in the room. His things were not in their place. He knew that his books had been touched. The album that now lay on the floor had been on the table in the morning. The pillow was out of place. He did not leave it in that corner that morning. Something was amiss!! He quickly reached to the drawer where he kept his money. He thanked God as his money was lying secure in his drawer. But he knew that his room had been searched. The feeling of a stranger having been in his room was unwelcome and horrifying. He wondered why anyone would walk in here and go through his possessions. It was unbelievable and disturbing. He was frowning and groaning at the same time as he was not ready to accept the fact that he had been robbed of his privacy. It was his room and its possessions belonged solely to him and he would not have anyone else close to them. He was slowly coming to terms with the situation as he got up from the bed and tried to walk towards the bathroom. He was petrified on reaching the door to the bathroom. He saw something glowing in the darkness, eyes of a Dracula!! It made a dash at him before he could switch on the bathroom light. A black cat ran out of the bathroom and headed out of his room to the terrace. “Ah”, he said, heaving a sigh of relief, “So, that was the culprit!!”