The Black Car and Locker Number 14

The black car stayed at the gate. Its engine was running, but nobody got out.

The five friends stood in the middle of the ground, holding the old photograph — young Rana Iqbal on one side, young Mamu Sikandar on the other, a gold watch on his wrist.

"Why has this car stopped here?" Guddu whispered. "Is it watching us, or... are we watching it?"

"Both," Salman said through his teeth, and took a step forward.