Prologue
I suddenly woke up from the bed, I could barely see any thing, I struggled to get to my hand phone but couldn?t. The placid night made me trepid, all of a sudden I felt the palpable air which came through the window, the clock struck and I was able to guess that it was 2:00. The moon was lustrous from the pane of my room. As the villa in which I was staying was surrounded by thick forest, I could hear various chafing sounds. The rattling of the beetles, clitter of insects and the howling of wolf made me feel that I was literally sleeping in the middle of the forest. Why was the man on the white horse chasing me with a huge sword? What was I doing in the desert? Why the man wants to kill me? I felt that I was being chased by him for so long and I struggled for my breath even when I woke up. What a stupid dream! I though. With the squinted eye I saw something and I was traumatized, my door was ajar. I ran to switch on the lights. Some one had run through my safe. Nothing was left in the safe, the 50 thousand dollars which I saved after a long process of retrenchment, was stolen. All the drawers had been pulled out of the desk and papers were strewn about the floor. What concerned me more was that my passport was also taken. Was I on drugs the previous night?
What happened to Steve? He is supposed to guard the villa. I ran outside the room screaming out his name. The whole corridor was in pitch dark. I reached the switches to illuminate the entire villa. I speedily went down the swirl stairs, still howling his name but there was no response, I could hear only the veering of the air. I searched the entire lobby but there was nothing suspicious, every thing was at its place. Where is Steve? Why is he not responding? Is he in deep sleep? I ran towards his room, which was at the back yard. The room was already illuminated when I entered, the TV was on and the old fan hanging from the roof was revolving making loud noise.? So Steve is not sleeping, then where did he go?? I searched for him every where in the villa but didn?t find him. ?Can it be Steve who ran through the safe?? I though. Yes it is Steve; because he is the only person who has the keys and there is no one who knows about the money. ?Why did he do it? Did he do it for money? What will he do with my passport?? Several questions where flaring into my mind but had no clue what to do next. I went to the lobby again to confirm my speculations. I saw an open book on the couch and I started walking towards it. When I got over the carpet my bare toe got a wet sensation; I looked down at my feet and found that the field rug on which I was standing was soaked in blood, I followed the stains of the blood and the path lead me towards the couch. I went near the couch and I was winced seeing, grotesquely spread out the cadaver of Steve behind the couch.
This is only the prologue. I have written 6 chapters, but i need suggestions with prologue, how is it and what should i rectify.
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