Birthday or Deathday

This is written for a challenge to write a same story in different people’s view.

Author’s POV:

“Hello. Who’s this? “ Asked the Policemen in the bored tone.

“Inspector. My friend … In my house …. I mean. He died suddenly. We are all here … Please hurry up ” Said Nancy in the trembling voice.

“Please calm down. What’s your name? Where is your house? What happened?” He tried to get more information from her. After getting it, he disconnected the call and hurried to that place.

Taran was standing near the entrance supporting myself in the wall, his knees were ready to give away anytime. While the police entered, He came forward and blocked the way.

“What do you want? Who are you? I want to know right now” He blabbered nonchalantly.

“I want to see Nancy. I am inspector Badri and you are? “ He extended his arm to shook taran’s hand.

Taran laughed like a maniac and said looking at himself.

“Do I look like Nancy? I don’t think so. Nancy is he mad? “ He called out to Nancy.

She hurried to that place hearing the commotion.

“I am so sorry Inspector. He is my friend and he’s little out of control now” She replied apologetically and supported the Taran who was going to fall.

“It’s Okay. You are the one who talked to me in phone right? What happened?” He asked her looking around the room. Room was so nicely decorated with balloons and posters. The birthday cake was visible in the table, it seemed barely touched by anyone.

Nancy started crying and said in the middle of sobs “ My friend Samuel. Today is his birthday. I planned this to give him a surprise and invited all his friends. We are about to cut the cake, he got a call in middle, He went out to speak as there was a lot of noise here. Later he didn’t come back. He’s lying dead in the backyard. “

Inspector went to the backyard to examine the situation. Samuel was lying in the spread-eagled position in the cold evening. His face was so happy and peaceful. Constable carried on with the further procedures.

Nancy introduces Hitesh, Prabha and Shashwat to the inspector. Inspector proceeded with the interrogation. He looked calmly at Prabha and waited for her to talk, She looked shaken and her eyes are teary.

“We worked in the same office. He is a very good friend of mine” She said in low voice.

“Are you sure he is just a friend? “ Inspector asked sharply, she seemed to be stopping herself from saying something.

“He is my… I mean … I liked him” She said shyly.

Taran shouted from the other side “ Oh I also like you” She rolled his eyes at him.

Inspector carried on with the interrogation. Hitesh seemed simple guy, his ex-colleague and then Shashwat came.

“I was working with him a few months back. Then sadly he lost his job. But we were good friends “ he snorted in the middle of saying this as if controlling the urge to laugh.

Nancy was so angry, she yelled at him “ Inspector he’s lying. He didn’t like Samuel at all. I merely invited him to the party, because Samuel thought he’s good friend. He was happy when Samuel lost his job”

“Oh calm down girl. I will resolve everything” said Taran still filling his glass with wine.

Everyone ignored his comments.

Inspector looked intently at Shashwat, he merely shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

“Inspector, Please find who is the culprit. Samuel was a very nice person. He is very cheerful and fun loving guy, even when he lost his job. He is ….” Nancy’s voice trailed away in tears.

So far, Police couldn’t find any motive for murder. There was nothing unusual. There was no struggle and no blood anywhere. Police was interrogating the neighbourhood in vain.

They closed the case after examining the autopsy report as “Heart Attack”.

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Story from Samuel’s pov:

I was standing there in confusion. People were watching my body laying still. Even I couldn’t believe I have died. I will just wait and watch what they will do now. I simply floated in the air following them inside.

I settled in the chair next to Inspector and began to wait for the interrogation, I am curious to hear their side of the story. He began to question Prabha. She was my crush, but I couldn’t talk to her much, she was also not comfortable with me. I sighed. But when she told she liked me. I was in cloud nine.

“OMG. If only you said this earlier, I also liked you “ I shouted forgetting that no one can hear me. When they questioned shashwat, I was expecting to hear usual good things about me. But things got changed when Nancy accused him.

I was very surprised he didn’t make any attempt to deny her accuses. I thought him as my good friend. If only I could punch him now. After investigating everyone, they concluded it as ‘Heart attack’.

I was having difficulty remembering the details of the day, still, I am clueless. I was in depression and was going to the doctor for a long time, but I didn’t tell anyone. I tried to be more cheerful. Nancy was well-wisher. She tried to make a surprise party with my friends. But before cutting the cake, I got a call. I went out to take it. There was a girl’s voice in the other end, She was telling me some good news. I tried very hard to remember what that was. My head started spinning, My sanity questioned me ‘Do ghost feel these kinds of things?’ Maybe I am the very hypersensitive imaginative ghost I concluded.

My phone blinked with a message. “ We will wait for your onboarding on the company”. Oh yes, Now I remember I had cleared that interview. Really? Did I get the heart attack on hearing that? I sighed.

I remember my doctor words ‘Sometimes bad thing is not actually bad and good things is not actually good. It could have the opposite effect too in your life’. Dunno whether he meant it or not. It happened in my life.

My heart skipped a few beats that day in joy and I took my last breath. Oh, wait a minute. Will they let me join now as a ghost? I laughed before disappearing in thin air. To highlight it ‘ So Happy I Could Die’ song was playing in the distance.

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  1. An interesting idea, well executed!

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