“How can it be possible?” Jackie asked in a perplexed tone. They were sitting there, watching her through the glass, she was sitting there, absolutely silent. Her face might have been really beautiful but it was as expressionless as stone and half hair of her young head were white.
She was an orphan, rescued by the police from the clutches of a band of psychopaths, she along with a group of girls were kept in hostage by them while they had their fun in watching them in stealth and tormenting them.
All of them were collected from orphanages on pretext of marriage and then brought to that township made for that purpose by a sick billionaire. Those tapes sold for money.
Most of the girls landed in this asylum, some recovered and quite a few did not. This girl was not showing any sign of improvement.
The In-charge of her orphanage said the girl was a truly virtuous girl. That must have been the reason behind the deep shock. The captors took care that none of them can commit suicide.
“She does not goes out, no one comes to see her, it’s been more than a year now.” He stopped to take a sip from the glass of water, “one by one the people who trapped her into that mousetrap are dying in gruesome death.”
“And her footprints are found in every crime scene……” he looked deeply in the eyes of the doctor. “Can we place a camera in her room during the nights?”
“Only if a female cop watches it and you promise me absolute secrecy. If it gets exposed I will lose my job and reputation.”
“I will ask my wife to watch them.” He reached out and clasped the hand of the doctor. He left after a while. “I will be back within a couple of hours with the important equipments.”
The doctor watched his tall figure disappearing around the corner. He and Inspector Jackie Daniels were childhood friends. Both were obsessed with crimes, Jackie now works in crime branch, he is working here, to complete his study so he could join the institution that deals with those monsters who land girls like Surya in asylums like this.
Two days later three persons were sitting in Jackie’s drawing room, Jackie, his wife Jenny and Christopher.
“Last night another of them was killed in Madras!” Jackie said, “Now watch it.” He forwarded the tape to a specific place.
The girl was sleeping in her bed; deeply breathing.
“Look at that photograph.” Jennifer said.
There was only one photograph on her wall; it was her parent’s photograph. They died in an accident when she was one year old, no one claimed her thus she ended up in the orphanage.
A misty fume started to come out of the photograph and then it started to thicken, then slowly took a form, the form of the girl. Then it simply walked through the wall and went out of the camera’s range.
The girl was sleeping like a coma patient.
Jennifer forwarded the tape again, one hour later the fume seeped in through the window and slowly vanished in the photograph.
The girl took a deep breath and turned to a side in her bed.