At the dead of night a phone ring broke the haunting silence…..”tring…..tring…tring…”finally a man picked it up.
“It’s your master” the voice said. Then he immediately reacted “yes sir….everything’s fine at your building and there’s nothing to worry about sir.” This man was the caretaker of the building and the caller was the owner.
Then the master ordered his servant to go and check on his wife on the third floor of the building. The caretaker with much diligence swiftly goes to the third floor and comes back. When the master asked him how was his wife, the servant with his feet trembling and his voice all shaken up informs his master that his wife is in bed with another man.
All hell and pandemonium broke lose….the master after feeling very betrayed asks his servant to listen close…”Here is what you shall do.” “This is your chance to prove that you are a loyal servant under me, take a knife, go upstairs and finish first my wife then the other man.”
With the passage of every words into the caretaker’s ears, his eyes grew darker and his heart started
pounding against his chest like it was gonna explode and then the master continued “However if you are to fail in this task,you can pack your things and leave.
“The caretaker could feel the gravity of this situation but in order to save his family from poverty, he picks up a machete and almost like a ghost walks into the room where he stabs both the man and the wife
in the neck and then comes back to the pick up the phone with his arms and face besmeared in blood. The caretaker picks up the
phone and says “Master I did it.” then the master repied “Good, now put the bodies in a bag and dump them in our swimming pool.”
the caretaker replied “But sir we don’t have a swimming pool.”the last sentence of this conversation was “Oops sorry WRONG NUMBER.”
Fan fiction by Sonam Jamtsho, a medical student in faculty of Medicine, University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka 🇱🇰. 
