{"id":13023,"date":"2024-04-19T00:54:26","date_gmt":"2024-04-19T00:54:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=13023"},"modified":"2024-04-19T00:54:26","modified_gmt":"2024-04-19T00:54:26","slug":"full-moon-nights-by-roopa-raveendran-menon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/full-moon-nights-by-roopa-raveendran-menon\/","title":{"rendered":"Full Moon Nights by Roopa Raveendran Menon\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Full<\/h1>\n

Full Moon Nights<\/h1>\n

by Roopa Raveendran Menon<\/p>\n

We decided to take Arjun\u2019s new car for a spin. It didn’t matter to us it was close to midnight when we made the plan. No rules, as far as we knew, existed in the matter of maiden car voyages and their timing. It\u2019s a full Moon night, said Arjun.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo?\u201d We asked.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWon’t be dark. That\u2019s good, isn\u2019t it?\u201d Arjun said.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We nodded. Some of us laughed with relief. We didn\u2019t put anything past Arjun. He was capable of bringing up correlations between Full Moon Nights and Werewolves and changing his mind.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFirst trips are special. We must go to someplace special, \u201cwe said.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Arjun nodded.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d He asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe Havelock cemetery. It is on the other side of the hill,\u201d we said.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Arjun was quiet.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo?\u201d We asked.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIsn’t it far?\u201d\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe Full Moon will guide us. You said so yourself, \u201cwe said.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut I will drive,\u201d Arjun said, holding the steering wheel close to his chest. We could hear his heartbeat. We nodded.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a long drive. We passed overgrown plants and skinny trees until we reached a manned broken gate. The security guard stopped us, yawned, and told us to turn around and leave.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot safe,\u201d he said, scratching his monkey cap.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We stayed mum, even Arjun.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We waited for the guard to turn his back. \u201cArjun, drive,\u201d we whispered. Arjun had taken his foot off the accelerator. We stepped on it and the car drove itself into the cemetery. Arjun screamed at us. He kept on until we saw them. Pairs of eyes around the gravestones. The color of fire and blood. Everywhere they were there. The glow of the eyes followed by snarls and growls. Our hearts were beating in unison like the chanting of mantras. Arjun started to reverse, his clammy hands slipping. We helped him navigate the way out until we left behind the growls and the eyes of hell.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

After that, we didn\u2019t know where we were going. Darkness shadowed us and the stillness of the night rang in our ears. The car trundled down an unknown path until Arjun stepped on the brakes. The screeching echoed. Arjun\u2019s face was slick with sweat and he pointed ahead.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you see her?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe lady in the sari. She asked me to stop.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe saw no one,\u201d we said.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Arjun stepped out of the car and flashed the torch. There was no path ahead. A steep ravine gaped at us.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We stood there, smoking. Even Arjun. His fingers trembling. Flecks of cigarette ash leaving a trail. We smoked till the sun\u2019s rays lit up the rocks lining the ravine. We climbed into the car and reversed it until we found a path to lead us back home. We never talked about anything that happened that night during the ride or ever. Only Arjun found a new correlation with Full Moon Nights. And we couldn’t even blame him.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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