Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat | Very Horror Story | Great Tales

Vantablack Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat

Hey friends! Is nayi Series ki kahani mein aap sabka khushaamdeed. Is story ka name hai – “Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat ” Ye Horror Story hai. Agar aapko Horror Kahaniya, Moral Stories ya Bedtime Stories padhne ka shauk hai, toh is kahani ko poora zaroor padhein.

Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat | Very Horror Story | Great Tale

Main yahan aaya hoon apni band Vantablack ke sath ki hui experiences discuss karne ke liye. Vantablack ek progressive death metal band hai, aur ye meri watan Battered Grove mein base hain – ek choti si lekin zindahil sheher New England mein. Band mein paanch members hain: ek drummer, do guitarists, ek bassist, aur ek vocalist. Band ke roles ke alawa, mujhe inke baare mein kuch pata nahin hai. Unhone apne formation ke kuch mahine pehle se sirf mere watan ke venue mein hi shows kiye hain – kahin aur nahin, lekin maine unhein apne sheher mein kabhi dekha nahin. Ab bhi nahin dekha. Mujhe unke naam bhi nahin pata hain. Band aur uske members raaz mein lapetey hue hain. Ek cheez jo main yaqeenan janta hoon, wo hai woh jo maine dekha hai.

Main jo kuch bhi experience kiya hai uske details mein jane se pehle, chalte hain Battered Grove ke local music scene ki taraf. Yahan aur aas paas ke shehron mein bands aksar metal hain, ya kam se kam kisi tarah ke metal se mutassir hain. Inki genres extreme metal, death metal, aur black metal se lekar metalcore, deathcore, aur grindcore tak jaati hain. Agar aap in genres ko nahin jante, toh fikr mat karen. Meri situation ka context samajhna zaroori nahin hai. Main sirf un logon ke liye ek zyada saaf tasveer paint karne ki koshish kar raha hoon jo inhe jante hain.

Yeh bands hamare local venue, Garrett’s Locker, mein perform karte hain. Yeh ek chota, dhila-dhala jagah hai, lekin yeh hamara hai. Bachon ke liye mazaak ka ek behtareen maqam hai. Main har mauqe par wahan jata hoon. Bands dekhna, moshing ke ilawa, ek zabardast tanaav kam karne ka zariya hai. Lekin yeh aur bhi kuch hai. Metal show mein hone ka ek anokha jazba hai. Mahaul sakht hai, log friendly hote hain (zahir hai, kabhi-kabhi aise bewaqoof bhi hote hain jo har mauqe par crowdkill karne ko pasand karte hain), aur music buland hai. Yeh kaanon par hamla karne wali ek jannati tashreef hai aur rooh ko aaraam dene wali ek sukoon hai. Iske barabar kuch bhi nahin hai.

Haal hi mein, mali masail ne venue ke malikon ko tour karne wali bands ko dakhil karne ki ijaazat di hai. In bands mein locals se zyada log aate hain, aur zyada log zyada paisa hai. Apni zindagi ki mushkilat se sar uthane mein kuch bhi burai nahin hai, khaaskar jab iska matlab hai ke jagah bachai ja sakti hai, lekin mujhe yaad hai jab venue sirf hamara tha, aur sirf hamara tha.

Yeh almost ek raaz club ki tarah tha, ek maqam sirf local musicians ke liye. Duniya ke rozmarra ke masail se bachne ka humara rasta. Mera matlab hai, ab bhi yeh sab wohi hai, lekin touring bands apne sath fans lekar aate hain jo sirf fikr nahin karte. Scene girls jo jyada cute kaun hai, isse zyada asal maal ki quality par dhiyan nahin deti. Main faisla nahin kar raha. Bas mujhe purane crowd ki yaad aati hai.

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Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat | Very Horror Story | Great Tale

Ek din, maine Facebook par Garrett’s Locker ke ek event page ke liye ek invite notice kiya. Yeh ek show tha, lekin koi bhi show nahin. Yeh ek “ALL LOCAL METALFEST JAMBOREE!!!” tha, jaise ke page par likha tha. Sab locals, haan? Mujhe isse dilchaspi aayi. Main saalon se Garrett’s mein aise koi show nahin dekha tha jismein sirf local bands perform kar rahe the. Yeh kamaal tha, maine socha. Maine lineup dekha ke kaun kaun perform kar raha hai. Main har band ko pehchan gaya, ek band ke ilawa.

Vantablack. Shayad yeh naye hain, maine socha. Lekin naye local bands hamesha openers hote hain. Vantablack event ko headlining kar rahe the. Mujhe yeh bohat ajeeb laga, lekin maine yeh samjha ke shayad unhone promoter ko is jagah par dikhane ke liye paisa diya hoga ya kuch aisa hi hua hoga. Aise chezein kabhi-kabhi hoti hain. Kuch kam, lekin hoti hain. Main samjha ke yeh bhi ek aisi baarish thi.

Show ke din ki taraf tezi se chalte hain. Mere dost Billy aur main jaldi pohanch gaye, jaise ke hum hamesha karte the. Hum hamesha pas venue ke samne waqt guzarne ka shoq rakhte the show shuru hone se pehle. Yeh hume apne dosto se milne aur bands ke members se load-in ke doran milne ka mauqa deta tha. Hum in bands ke sare members ko jante the, kyunke humne unhe saaloon se perform karte dekha tha. Yeh koi meet and greet se zyada ek family reunion ki tarah hota tha. Lekin har family reunion mein hamesha naye rishtedaar hote hain. Aap jante hain, woh cousins jo aapko kabhi pata hi nahin hotay? Yeh Vantablack the.

Meri pasandida local band ke lead singer se baat karte hue, aik bus ruk gayi. Soch kar ke yeh asal bus hai jo parking lot mein mudne ke liye aayi hai, sab log raaste se nikal gaye. Lekin mudne ki bajaye, woh bus wahan park ho gayi. Tab mujhe bus ke taraf likha hua akhbar nazar aaya, “VB”. Tab mujhe pata chala ke yeh Vantablack ki thi. Yeh toh surprise tha. Local band ya phir koi touring band, Garret’s ke sath kabhi bhi bus lekar nahi aata tha. Hamesha toh kuch cars, kuch pick-up trucks, SUV ya van hoti thi. Asal mein tour bus hona kisi local band ke liye impressiv tha, khas karke jab koi is band ke bare mein kuch nahi janta tha. Isi wajah se sab log ghoor rahe thay. Hum ek chehre ko dekhne ke liye bechain thay, kehte hain na, “big reveal” ka intezaar tha.

Sath lekar, paanch dhankne wale afraad bus se nikal kar Garrett’s mein chale gaye ek tarteeb se. Jab main kehta hoon dhankne wale, toh main wakai dhankne wale kehta hoon, hoodie aur sab kuch. Main kisi ke chehre ko bhi pehchan nahi sakta tha. Ajeeb se shabd kamzor hain. Yeh toh sach mein ajeeb tha. Billy ne bhi yeh baat maani, unhone mujhse zyada shows dekhe hain. Humain confuse karne ke alawa, Vantablack ki “grand entrance” ne logo ko interested banaya. Yehi raat bhar sab kuch kehne ke liye tha. Band ke aas paas ka raaz sab ko behadd curious banane ke liye kafi tha. Main bhi maan leta hoon; main bhi umeed se tha ke dekhne ko milega woh kya offer karte hain.

Raat achi tarah guzar rahi thi. Main naye dost bana, apni pasandida bands ki music enjoy ki, aur apne dil ki tasalli ke liye mosh pit mein dance kiya. Yeh wakai mein meri zindagi ke aik behtareen show hone ki taraf ja raha tha. Meri sab se pasandida bands stage par aa chuki thien, aur raat ko behtar banane wala sirf yeh tha ke Vantablack ne hype ko pura kiya ho. Lekin poore raat apne peshab ke bladder ko khali nahi kiya tha, is wajah se maine unki performance se pehle bathroom break liya.

Garrett’s Locker ka bathroom asal mein doosre building mein tha, jo Garrett’s se lambi aur tang hallway ke zariye juda hua tha. Iska matlab tha ke wahan pohnchne aur wapas aane ke liye thoda sa chalna parta tha, is liye maine poori raat wahan nahi gaya tha. Jab main akhirkar bathroom pohncha, toh mujhe kuch ajeeb nazar aaya. Sink ke paas diwarein par lagi hui kai band stickers ke darmiyan, kuch aur bhi tha. Diwarein par likha tha “VB”, ke baad mein aik ajeeb si nishani thi. Main samajh gaya ke Vantablack ke kisi member ne yeh wahan par likha hua tha.

Lekin diwarein mein likhna kuch strange tha, aur saath hi saath, iska maqsad kya tha? Apni band ke initials aur symbol ko bathroom ki diwar mein katna promotion ka behtareen tariqa nahi hai. Main ne bas isko ignore kar diya aur apna kaam khatam kiya, phir wapas show dekhne chala gaya.

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Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat | Very Horror Story | Great Tale

Wapas aane par, maine music ko suna jab woh kamre mein phail gaya. Vantablack ne apna set shuru kar diya tha. Iske awaz se toh lag raha tha ke woh acha tha. Na sirf acha, balkay great tha, aur jab main stage ki taraf nazar dali, toh aur bhi behtareen lag raha tha. Members ne dark aur serious libason mein tashreef li thi. Unki libas mein gauntlets, spikes wale boots, chainmail, aur sar par singhwale helmets shamil thay. Vocalist ne samurai armor pehna hua tha. Sab ke kapde aur jismani hisson ki style alag thi, lekin unka kapda aur armor sab kuch black tha. Sach kehne mein, woh aik RPG ki villain characters ki tarah lag rahe thay. Yeh wakai mein awesome tha.

Yahaan par cheezein thori ajeeb hoti hain. Main music aur band ke appearance mein itna khoya tha ke maine notice nahi kiya ke kamre mein kya ho raha hai. Crowd ke neeche dekhte waqt, maine samjha ke sab kya kar rahe hain. Har koi apna baaya haath upar uthaya hua tha aur ek saath aage peeche hil rahe thay. Lag raha tha jaise woh trance mein hon. Main ne kai metal shows dekhe hain, toh mujhe pata hota hai ke crowd ka movement hamesha sporadic aur bepeshi hota hai. Lekin yahan aisa kuch nahi tha. Sab log bilkul synchronize thay. Na moshing, na dancing, bas ek saath aage peeche hil rahe thay jaise zombies. Aur mujhe kehne do, yeh bohot creepy tha.

Main ne dekha ke logon ko lag raha hai jaise woh kisi jaadu mein uljhe hue hain, toh maine Billy se mulaqat kiya ke ye sab kya ho raha hai. Main ne dekha ke woh crowd ke peechay khara tha, toh main uske paas gaya aur poocha ke woh kya kar raha hai. Mujhe koi jawab nahi mila. Main uske kaan mein chillata raha, lekin uska jawab nahi aaya. Main ne akhir kar gussa kar ke usko hila diya. Lekin kuch nahi hua. Koi reaction nahi aaya. Sirf musalsal hilte rahe. Sab log, hilte rahe. Main ne sound guy aur concession stand wale shakhs ki taraf dekha. Woh bhi idhar udhar hil rahe thay, jaise ke mousiqi mein bas gaye thay. Main heraan ho gaya.

Main ne Vantablack ki performance ka khatma dekha, room ke peechay se, samajh nahi paaya ke kya chal raha hai. Akhir kar, unho ne apna aakhri geet bajaya, aur bas aise hi, sab log normal ho gaye. Sab dazed nazar aaye, woh sab apni cars ki taraf chal diye. Billy meri saath gari mein tha, toh main uske peeche chala gaya.

Ghar jaate waqt, main ne Billy se kaha ke main ne show ke doran uska dhyaan kis tarah se pakra. Usne aisa behave kiya jaise ke usko yaad hi nahi tha. Lekin usko Vantablack yaad tha. Woh bas unke baare mein hi baat karta raha. Woh unke fan ban gaya tha, itna zyada kehna tha. Mujhe ye bohat ajeeb laga. Main ne Billy ko saaloon se jaanta tha. Aur main uska favourite band bhi jaanta tha. Woh kabhi bhi kisi aur band ko apne favourite band ke upar nahi rakhta, khaaskar ke bas ek performance dekhne ke baad. Main ne apne khayalaat Billy ke saamne nahi rakhe, bas chaha ke ghar jaake araam karoon aur is bare mein bhool jao. Aur maine woh bhi kiya, lekin agli subah.

Main ne agle din aankhein kholin, aur dard mehsoos kiya. Meri baazoan aur taangoan mein dard tha jo raat ko moshing ke chakkar mein aa gaya tha. Isi wajah se maine apne rozmarra ki shuruaat se pehle kuch aspirin liya. Sab normal ho gaya, lekin phir maine apna phone check kiya.

Mere paas kuch Facebook notifications thay. Shuruaat mein kuch khaas nahi tha, idhar udhar ek like, udhar ek comment. Lekin aik notification aisa tha jo Billy ka tha, jisme likha tha ke “Vantablack” ke page ko like karne ke liye mujhe invite kiya gaya hai. Tab mujhe yaad aaya ke woh ajeeb show tha jisme woh log mere dosto ko hypnotize kar rahe thay. Maine socha ke thoda sa research kar loon.

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Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat | Very Horror Story | Great Tale

Maine Facebook page visit kiya aur unki mousiqi suni. Unka aik release tha, “The Nihilist”. Woh free download ke liye tha aur ismein paanch geet thay, jinmein se maine sab ko pehchan liya jo maine peechle raat sunay thay. Aik geet aisa tha jo mujhe khaas taur par yaad tha, “Knowledge of the Damned”. Ye woh geet tha jo woh log bajaa rahe thay jab main room mein dakhil hua tha. Tamam geet professionally record kiye gaye thay aur kisi bhi touring band ki mousiqi ki tarah high-quality thi. Main impress hua, lekin yeh woh cheezen nahi thi jo main page dhoondne ke liye aaya tha.

Maine page ko khudayi ki koshish ki ke jo raat ko kya hua tha, lekin kuch zyada nahi mila. Page abhi abhi create kiya gaya tha. Koi posts ya pictures nahi thay. Lekin phir bhi unke paas taqreeban 200 likes thay. Ye taqreeban usi tadaad thi jo show mein shaamil huye logon ki thi. Koi nai band itni jaldi likes nahi jama kar sakta. Yeh bilkul ajeeb tha. Kuch toh garbar tha.

Jab main wahaan baitha tha, poori tarah se heraan hokar, toh maine dekha ke Vantablack ne apni pehli post ki thi. Ismein aik show ke liye izinvite diya gaya tha jo agle din hone wala tha. Usmein likha tha, “VANTABLACK SECRET SHOW: TRUE FOLLOWERS ONLY”. Title hi ajeeb tha. Main ne uspar click kiya ke mazeed maloomat hasil karoon. Yahan par di gayi details yeh thay:

“Apne naye aqeedah system mein khush aamdeed! Yeh aik mauqa hai ke aap Vantablack ko dikhayein ke aap asal follower hain. Rules asaan hain. Aapko aik stygian tome dhundna hoga. Yeh aapke liye event ki ticket hogi. Ismein event ki coordinates bhi hongi. Tome ki locations neeche di gayi hain.”

Kai jagahain list thi, jinmein Grovewood Cemetery bhi shaamil tha, jo mere ghar ke paas tha. Mujhe raaz o raaz aur is event ki tabdeeli ka matlab samajhne ki koshish thi. Kuch toh theek nahi tha, aur main chahta tha ke main saaf saaf samajh sakoon ke yeh kya tha. Isi liye maine faisla kiya ke main aik “stygian tome” dhoond loon.

Main ne kuch ghante qabristan mein talash ki, jab tak maine w

oh cheez nahi dhoondi jo main dhoond raha tha. Ek qabar ki pathar ki taraf jhuk kar laga hua tha aik chota sa, bhura, leather-bound kitaab. Main ne usse uthaya aur dekha. Usmein koi khaas kisam ki pehchan nahi thi, sirf saanp ke sar ki tasveer ka siyah silsilah tha samne par. Andar, sirf aik safaa page tha jis par event ki coordinates thi, aur kuch khali pages thay. Chahe kuch bhi ho, lekin kitab bohat achi thi. Vantablack is show ke liye poori tarah se tayyar the. Yeh mujhe aur zyada is event mein shamil hone ki khwahish dilane laga, chahe sirf puri tarah se tajarbahat ke liye hi kyun na ho.

Kal, mein ne apne phone par GPS app mein coordinates daba diye. Jagah shahar mein thi, lekin jangalon ke beech lag rahi thi. Is ne mujhe thora sa darr to dila diya, lekin mere andar ki ajeeb curiosity ne mere darr ko peeche chhod diya. Mujhe wahan tak paidal jana hoga, lekin yeh koi badi baat nahi thi. Aik chhota sa hiking to mere liye bura nahi tha. Main ne wakt milane se pehle wahan pohnch jane ke liye kafi arsa diya, aur apne ghar ke peeche wale jangalon mein safar ki shuruat ki.

Lagbhag do ghante lage spot tak pohnchne mein. Koi raste nahi the, isliye main ne zyada tar waqt branchon aur kantakon ke saath guzara. Yeh mushkil tha, lekin main waqt par pohnch gaya. Pohnch kar dekhte hi mujhe aik cheez dikhayi di. Kuch aalaat ya samaan nahi tha. Bina in ke kaise aik show ho sakta hai, sahi baat hai na? Magar mere pas us waqt yeh pata nahi tha, ke kam az kam musiqi ke lehaz se koi show nahi hoga.

Members aik bade darakht ke paas khare the, woh same cloaks pehne hue the jo pehle Garrett’s mein dakhil hone par pehante hain. Dusre log bhi aa rahe the. Main ne dekha kaise woh members ke paas jate the, apni tomes mujh jaisi, aur phir aik gol formation mein khare ho jate the. Main ne bhi unke sath kiya.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Mere Padosi Ka Kutta Zipper Wala Hai

Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat | Very Horror Story | Great Tale

Yeh gol formation kisi maqsad ke liye thi. Hamare samne zameen par aik bara design tha, jo red rang mein spray paint se kiya gaya tha. Yeh wohi alamat thi jo maine bathroom ki deewar par carved dekhi thi aur uski gol shakal thi. Is ke matlab par ghor karne se pehle, main ne dekha ke Billy aaya aur apni tome ko submit kiya.

Maine socha ke main Billy ko salam karoonga aur hello bolunga, lekin main ne jaldi se yeh khayal nikal diya aur isay choorna faisla kiya. Woh alag lag rahe the. Alag, lekin pehchanay jate the. Yeh wohi nazar thi jo Vantablack ke set ke doran sway karte waqt thi. Phir main ne dekha ke sab log waisi hi lag rahe the. Woh sab ek trance mein the, bilkul waise hi jaise show ke doran thay. Main akela tha jo yahan ajnabi tha.

Samuh ke peechay chalne ki koshish karte hue, main ne apne chehre par bhi waisi hi expression banaya. Main “asal followers” ke sath milna chahta tha. Main ne khud ko nikalne ka khatra uthane ka soch nahi sakte the, khas kar jab main itni door se aaya tha. Iske kuch der baad, vocalist agey aaye aur apna hood utar diya. Ab event shuru hone wala tha.

Vantablack ke vocalist ne authority aur yaqeen ke saath kaha, event ki shuruaat mein yeh padhkar:

“Khush amadeed, mo’minin. Hum qadr karte hain ke aap yahan aane ke liye safar kiya hai, aaj. Aur, Hum qadr karte hain ke aapne apni zindagi mein kiye gaye qurbaniyon ko qubool kiya hai: guzishta, mojud, aur mustaqbil mein. Hum yahan hain ab ek hi qaum ke taur par mil kar bojh baantne ke liye. Kya aap mere saath hain?”

Vantablack Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat.

Sab ne mil kar awaz se jawab diya, “HAAN!” Main ne bhi aisa hi kiya, lekin main yakeen tha ke kisi ne notice nahi kiya. Lagbhag aik ghante tak, vocalist ne baat karna jari rakha aur mazeed hamwar jawab mangte rahe. Main yeh nahi yaad rakhta ke unhon ne kya kaha, kyun ke mera dyaan zyada tar iss taraf tha ke main mil jaoon aur darr tha ke agar mere asal maqsad ka pata chala to kya ho sakta hai. Magar main yeh yaad rakhta hoon ke event ke ikhtitam ke qareeb kya hua. Isay yaad rakhna mushkil hai.

Vocalist ke lambi aur lambi taqreer ke ikhtitam par, unhon ne apna bayaan hath uthaya aur “NO ESCAPE, NO JUSTICE!” keh diya, jo maine “Knowledge of the Damned” ke lyrics mein pehchana. Samuh ne bhi yehi dobara diya. Main bhi is par amal kar diya, aur ab mujhe samajh mein aa gaya tha. Iske baad, band ke ek aur member ne ek bakri ke skull ko lekar aaya aur woh isay woh symbol ke darmiyan rakh diya. Vocalist agey aaye aur jab woh seedha skull ke peeche tha, to mujhe yeh nahi pata tha ke mujhe kya intezar hai.

Is doraan, Vantablack ke vocalist ne naam bulwaye. Mukammal naam. Main nahi janta ke unhe yeh maloom kaise tha, lekin jab unhone kisi ka naam bulaya, to woh shakhs skull ke samne aaya aur vocalist ke samne khara ho gaya. Billy pehla naam tha jo bulaya gaya.

Billy, abhi bhi bechain, skull ki taraf chal para aur apna hath bahir ki taraf ki taraf kar diya. Mujhe is par hairat hui. Phir vocalist ne apne choga se ek churi nikali aur Billy ke hath ko kaat diya, jis se khoon skull par tapakne laga. Billy ki taraf kuch bhi reaction nahi tha. Mera reaction tha. Darr se main kaanp raha tha. Kya mera bhi hath kataya jayega? Agar main cheekh marunga to kya hoga? Agar unhe pata chala ke main “momin” nahi hoon to woh mere sath kya karenge? Yeh sawal mere zehan mein tezi se daur rahe the jab main apne dost ke khoon se skull ko laal rang mein dekhta raha.

Maine hairat se dekha jab logon ke naam bulaye gaye aur har shakhs ke jism par vocalist ki churi se kharash ki gayi. Main samajh nahi pa raha tha, aur na hi main chahta tha. Main bas wahan se nikalna chahta tha. Mujhe bhaag jane ka khayal aaya, lekin mujhe pata tha ke jungle mein aane wale rukawatein mujhe door tak nahi jane dengi. Sath hi, meri sankhya kam thi. Sirf ek shakhs ko mujh se pakad lena kafi tha aur mujhe fir se taqreebanan uphar me le jane ka.

Mera naam akhri number par bulaya gaya. Main ne aahista aahista aage badha aur vocalist ke samne khara hua. Usne mujhe ek ajeeb si lambi muddat tak dekha phir baat ki.

“Kya tum asal momin ho?”

“Han,” main ne kaha.

Usne phir mujhe dekha aur dobara bola.

“NO ESCAPE!” usne cheekha.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Mere Padosi Ka Kutta Zipper Wala Hai

Vantablack: Ek Maut Metal Fankar Jamaat | Very Horror Story | Great Tale

“NO JUSTICE!” maine jawab diya, lagbhag baghair soche.

Phir vocalist ne mera hath kaat diya aur mera khoon bhi skull par tapak gaya, jaise ke pehle logon ka hua tha. Mere chehre se rang ud gaya, lekin maine koi reaction nahi diya. Dard bahut tha, lekin meri zindagi jeene ki himmat aur bhi zyada thi. Vocalist muskuraya aur mujhe khush ho kar herd ki taraf jane diya. Shayad maine apna hissa achhi tarah nibhaya tha.

Apne hath kaat lene ke baad, vocalist ne sab ko shirkat ke liye shukriya ada kiya. Main ghar jaane laga, lekin jab main sab se kafi door ho gaya, to bhaagna shuru kiya. Main official tor par dar gaya tha. Lekin main khush tha ke maine is event ko paar kiya. Kaun janta ke agar main pressure ke neeche toot jata to kya ho sakta tha? Ghar pohnch kar apne hath ko bandhne ke baad, main ne gehri saans li aur khush tha ke main zinda tha.

Vantablack ne Garrett’s Locker mein apne sadistic ritual ke baad kai shows kiye hain. Main un mein se kisi bhi show mein nahi gaya. Mere liye sab logon ki tarah is par asar nahi hua, aur main sochta hoon ke iska wajah unke sets ke shuruat mein hota hai, chahe woh ek jadoo, mantar ya ritual ho. Us raat main unke set ke shuruat mein nahi tha kyunki mujhe achanak bathroom jana tha, aur yahi wajah hai ke shayad mujhe bachaya gaya.

Unke shows mein nahi jaata, lekin main unke Facebook page par dhyan se nazar rakhta hoon. Har show ke baad, unke followers barh jaate hain. Har bar likes ki ek surge ke baad, woh ek aur “secret show” karte hain. Main nahi janta ke kya karoon. Mere doston ke saath kya ho raha hai, isse main dar lagta hai, aur Vantablack aage kya karega, isse bhi dar lagta hai. Main cops ko bulane ka khayal to sochta hoon, lekin main bohat paranoid hoon. Agar members ko pata chala ke main unke karname rokne ki koshish kar raha hoon, to shayad woh mujhe ek apne rituals mein qurbani bana dein.

Main us din ke khwab dekhta hoon jab woh jungle mein the. Yeh wohi tarah se hota hai jaise asal zindagi mein hua tha, lekin har kisi ke hatho ki jagah, vocalist unke dil mein chura maar deta hai, unhe turant maut de dete hain. Main bhaagna chahta hoon, lekin hil nahi sakta. Sab logon ko marte dekhne ke baad, vocalist meri taraf aata hai. Bas jab woh aakhri zakhma dene wala hota hai, main uth jata hoon. Har raat yehi hota hai. Kyun? Kyun?!

Sab se zyada cheez jo mujhe darati hai, woh hai ke main unke music sunte ja raha hoon. Yahi woh cheez hai jo mujhe sukoon deta hai. Aur jab main sunta hoon, to mujhe unke saath shamil hone ki zaroorat mehsoos hoti hai. Main unke shaitani cult ka hissa banne ki zaroorat mehsoos karta hoon, lekin mujhe nahi pata kyun. Main apni had se guzar gaya hoon, aur mehsoos hota hai ke main gir raha hoon. Unke lyrics mere dimagh mein gunjte hain, aur mujhe lagta hai ke woh sach hain. Koi bachao nahi hai, aur koi insaaf nahi hai. Main nahi sochta ke unko roka ja sakta hai, aur main nahi sochta ke main khud ko unse dur rakh sakta hoon. Mujhe khwabon ka khatma chahiye. Shayad ab waqt aa gaya hai ke main asal momin ban jao.

Khatam!!

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