It was a rainy night. I came home expecting my brother to open the door. But the door was already open and filled with darkness. I switched on the lights and closed the door. I drank water as I was tired after playing football with my friends. The door was knocked by someone. I opened the door. But there was no one.

     As I opened the door I noticed something strange. On the floor I saw blood flowing. I traced the flow of blood and reached the sofa. I glanced underneath it and was surprised. It was my brothers body filled with blood like that of Julius Caesar. I pulled the body out. I was crying. I checked. He was not breathing. I ran toward the telephone. I tried to call my parents. But the phone wasn't working. I tried unknown times but it was not working. I went to the hall were my brother was lying. While I was about to grab the smart phone to call I remembered that I kept the door open. I rushed towards the door.

     As the door was about to be shut, the lights went off all of a sudden. I turned around. Found a huge familiar guy who was dipped in blood with red scary eyes and sharp teeth marching towards me with a ghostly movement. Was it the zombie of my brother? I don't know. But it was scary. So, I rushed out of my house screaming the way anyone would do when they confront a ghost.

     I was out in the road filled with fear. I was travelling away from my home to my friend’s house. On reaching there, I did not tell them about what happened. I asked Sarang, my friend, who allowed me to use his phone to call my parents. I asked them where they were. An hour passed since the incident, and my parents replied they were at home. They asked me to reach home soon. I told them about brother’s death. They told to stop talking nonsense and reach home.

     With some courage, I reached home with an upset mind. My dear brother with whom I enjoyed day and night had died. This time the door was not open. It was closed. I expected that the door would be opened by crying faces of my parents. But it was not them. It was the dead man, my brother. I was shocked., surprised and speechless. My heart was happy to see him. But my mind was in confusion. What had happened to me? I don’t know. It was like Abel coming to life after he was believed to be dead.

     In the end my brother laughed. He told me what happened. I realised that I was just made fool by him. That is my brother.