The Hole of Fear (Prologue)

"Come on!" urged the drunkard Kempanna.

He motioned towards the dark crevice in the depths of the cave.

There was a glint of a smile on his dirty teeth. His breath smelt of cheap toddy. His eyes danced in mocking mirth. He had motioned the Traveler to go deeper into the cave.

"There!' he exclaimed suddenly stopping the Traveler in his tracks.

He pointed at something on the ground. The Traveler followed his gaze and froze to see something he had dreaded to see throughout his trek in the thick jungles of the hill. Something that scared him to the very root of bone. Something that mocked an ancient sense of self- preservation in him.

Cut beautifully in the thick rock of the cave in the innermost core was a dark, menacing snake hole.....

There was no doubt in the Traveler’s mind that a King of snakes lay slithering in the darker bosom of the hole.

He had seen the King Cobra protected with thick meshes of a cage in the zoo park. He wondered whether he would for the first time bump into the famed snake at close quarters of two feet…. with no thick meshes of a cage to protect him.

But what followed next was something unimaginable. Something terrifying............
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The Dreams of the Hill ( Chapter 1 The Hole of Fear)

Exactly a week ago before the Traveler found himself staring at a huge snake hole at two thousand five hundred feet above sea level on a mountain in a cave deep in its bosom, he was riding in a bus.

The bus was going towards his hometown.

He was dreaming. He dreamt of a huge mountain amongst the hills. The mountain was like a huge Shiva ling. The hills were dark, the mountain was silver. He dreamt of walking up to the mountain. He dreamt of a huge alien mansion. And of dungeons and pain. He dreamt of the Hole of Fear and something glistening in it...

The Traveler woke up with a start. He was perspiring. He could make out palpitations in his chest. He looked around the Volvo bus. Everyone was sleeping.

It was a dream, he assured himself.

He yawned basking in the rays of the sun in the chilly afternoon. His gaze fell on something outside the window. And his heart skipped a beat.

It was a mountain.

Solitary. Beautiful.

It was shaped like a huge ling. It appeared to be a sacred mountain. It was a huge behemoth of rock shaped like a Shiva ling standing on a 2500 ft pedestal. It was beckoning him…. It knew him….

It was the mountain he immediately recognized as the one he saw in his dream!

What was there on it?

Then he remembered the Hole of Fear and shuddered a little. What was that glistening thing he had seen in it?

Come what may, I will climb that mountain and discover its secret he assured himself.

A week after that the Traveler found himself seated in a taxi running through the early morning fog of the city towards the same mountain thirty kilometers away.

He looked at the silhouette of the mountain far away.

It knows I am coming, he told himself.

The Hole of Fear too, he thought, knew of his coming...

Hi guys,

I am just checking my story writing capabilities. I am recounting with a touch of melodrama my visit to a place near Bangalore. It is a stunning mountain shaped like a huge 5000 ft of Shiva Ling, infested with cobras and monkeys.

There at the top of nearly 2500 ft , I had to make the most scariest decision of my life.

It was a decision about the Hole of Fear...

Index:

The hometown: MANGALORE

The city of fog: BANGALORE

The bus service : Konduskar Vovlo bus service.

Taxi : CPC taxi services.

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