shhh....

 
The weekend had been quite eventful for me. With all my roommates leaving for their respective home towns, I was left to myself for four days/nights. Nothing worth mentioning had happened in the first two days. But on Saturday morning, around 3 am (I can't vouch for the precision of this as I was quite sleepy), I heard the doorbell ringing. I was annoyed with the disturbance and waited for the bell to go silent. However the relentless buzzing sound forced me out of my bed and into the hall. It was then that I noticed the time - it was three in the morning. This sent a chill down my spine. Who would have come to visit me at this unearthly hour? Just the previous day anju warned me about the existence of ghosts. Could this be my frayed psyche playing tricks on me? Suddenly I felt the need to go to the toilet. I felt a slight tremble in my legs and hands also started shivering. Then there was a shuffling noise in the ground floor and some voices could be distinctly heard in the dreadful silence of the night. I started chanting whatever I remembered of 'hanumaan chaaleesa'. I am an atheist but fear drives away sanity and one tries to clutch on to anything for assurance. In all this activity I failed to notice that the bell had stopped ringing for quite sometime now. My brain started thinking that if the ghost is knocking on the door then it can not be powerful enough to break open into the house. This thought gave me some courage and in the newly realised security I was smug enought to go back to my bed and slept closing my ears as tight as possible. I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up it was broad daylight outside and sunshine was streaming into my room through the open window. Was it a dream? Or did it happen really? Well, there is no way I can find it out but does it really matter?
posted by Hash at 5:29 AM