That Night...

It was a rainy day, and I was all alone at home. It was pitch dark outside. Suddenly, I heard someone knocking at the door. I am Jeremy Saunders, a microbiologist. And that was a stressful day.

I used to teach at the Queens Park College of Biology. I am a bachelor and used to live alone in 23/6, Lindall Street, London then. I was correcting the annual papers of my college.
"Mitosis is a type of cellular division" I was murmuring to myself when I heard the knock.
A few minutes later, I was sitting in the drawing room with Mr. Oliver, my senior. He was a man aged around 55 years with a yellowish beard, stern eyes and brownish hair. He was wearing a blazer.
"Do you want one? "he asked offering me a redhawk cigar.
I refused his offer politely.
He said to me "So, completed checking the paper Jere! Oh Lord! Oh!".
After this, I saw the most horrifying sight in my life. Mr. Oliver's face blackened, his eyes looked as if they were going pop out.
As I was aware of his medical condition, I rushed into my makeshift home lab (for all the late-night research ideas I had while I could not access the Departmental Lab) and brought with me an injection (WHRLS-211) and injected it to Mr. Oliver thinking that it would give him relief.
To my horror, Mr. Oliver died on spot and I was arrested and was given a death sentence.
It is my execution today. I can hear them coming but I know I am not guilty. Something happened that night, something I cannot explain.

Rajbir Chakraborty

Class - IX A