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The Haunted Room 22 B



"We Hide in the Day
And Dance in the Nights
We Sing with Pain
And Scream with Joy
We
Are The Spirits of The Night"
                                       
 Room no 22 B, 20 kms away from siruseri

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Sathya: u believe in ghosts ?
Lucas: Me, no way , is there any proof for ghosts? they are just fantasies machi
Sathya: hmm, absence of proof is not proof of absence,
it shd be 3 am in India now, what are u doing still awake
Lucas: he he, working for ur US client, just finished an On Call da, i am literally a ghost now, so stressed up, going to booze
Sathya: Idiot , just go an sleep
Lucas: ok machi
Sathya : Ghost dreams :P
Lucas : ha ha

Signing off.....



Lucas played on Mozarts 40 th symphony


Took the whiskey from his refrigerator and poured into a glass. The eerie silence of the night accentuated the whiskey drops filling the glass betwixt the melodies of Mozart's sympony. Adding to that was the howling of the dogs, they suddenly seemed to remember their wolf origins and decided to be their original selves

                 tut tut tut
                 tut tut tut

Who is that?
       
                 tut tut tut
                 tut tut tut

 Which filthy pig disturbs me at 3 am?


                    (Stops music)

                    (Opens door)
                                                             
                     Dai what happened?
                    Why did you give me 18 missed calls?
                    You scared me to hell

                      Lucas denied , denied with anger and fear when Karuna , his colleague cum friend showed at the door and showed him the message sent from his mobile.

                    "MACHI COME IMMEDIATELY TO MY HOUSE, VERY URGENT"

                    tut tut tut
                    tut tut tut

                     The same tappings on the door continued.
                     It was december and cold.The winds turned eerily musical.

                     Lucas went to the door .Opened it , turned back to Karuna nervously

"Nobody is there da"

The door shut itself with a bang.

tut tut tut
tut tut tut

the sound continued

Scared , both of them moved to the bed.

The laws of gravity suddenly failed to be consistent.
The lights went off and on.
The TV switched itself on and played "The Conjuring" movie.
The ceiling fan moved in inconsistent speeds

Lucas s laptop booted itself
Lucas and Karuna saw the keys punched by air and heard the scariest keyboard tuk tuks of their life




a Notepad opened itself and "THEY" typed


Hellooooooooo



The cursor blinked as if waiting for a response
Lucas hands were shivering. He approached the keys to reply but his fingers were too trembling to touch them and make meaningful words

THEY took control
Dont worry
i can see u shaking in terror :P 

Speak we can hear



The cursor blinged again



Karuna was speechless in fear. He looked stoned .Lucas gathered his courage and asked
"wwhooo aaree yyyouu?"

THEY took control

They typed " WE ARE THE SPIRITS OF THE NIGHT "
           We want to play a game :)

THEY opened facebook , logged in

 Karthik Manohar
 ********





THEY went to the album Me and my best buddy Sri
THEY navigated through the 14 photos in the album one by one.
Karthik and Sri are/were close buddies since childhood.
The album showed photos of them together very happy and brimming with the warmth of friendship.They were all smiles.

At photo no 13 THEY stopped.Looked like they got very emotional .
Karthik and Sri were tutting their heads and grasping each other's shoulders
and laughing.And the background of the photo was very familiar to Lucas

It was Room no 22 B, their own room.




THEY typed

Thats us when we were humans
We led a happy and normal human life until the spirits took us


Each time they finished typing and the cursor blinged , the poundings of Lucas's and Karuna's heart increased

The cursor blinged for a long time

THEY typed
The spirits love this game
They chose us to kill you
They love the number 2 .We two to kill you two :P

Lucas and Karuna shook in terror on seeing this and screamed.
 The room was almost sound proof and the scream went in vain.

The dogs howled louder and louder.The winds blew stronger. And Mozarts sympony started playing again in the background

THEY signed into youtube and typed "The last moments of Sri and Karthik"
 A video marked private opened up
It was Sri a BPO employee who died an year ago along with Karthik, sitting in Room no 22B having a party together.The music paused.



**************************   VIDEO  STARTS***************************
tut tut tut ,
the same sound played in the video
the same acts followed

Laptop opened up, keys were punched ,

THEY typed
Helloooooo

The cursor blinged

THEY typed
The spirits love this game
They chose us to kill you
They love the number 2 .We two to kill you two :P

THEY logged into facebook.
They showed an album , Murali and Nagaraj - best buddies for life

THEY signed into youtube and typed "the last moments of US - Murali and Naga"
A private video opened up.
Mozarts sympony was played in the background .

Sri's mobile camera was capturing all the moments in the background.

Sri and Karthik were trembling in fear and pleading the ghosts

THEY typed

The Game is on
Its our turn now
You will get your turn.
Bad bye Sri
Bad Bad bye Karthik.
Bad Bad Spirts we are :P






"We Hide in the Day
And Dance in the Nights
We Sing with Pain
And Scream with Joy
We
Are The Spirits of The Night"
                                       


************************** VIDEO ENDS *****************************



THEY closed youtube

THEY typed



THE GAME IS ON

Its our turn now.

You will get your turn.

Bad Bye  Lucas
Bad Bad Bye Karna
Bad Bad Spirits we are :P




Lucas's mobile camera had been on capturing the digital ghosts moves.



Lucas and Karna were tortured and murdered.They joined the Spirits of the Night and they all sang


"We Hide in the Day
And Dance in the Nights
We Sing with Pain
And Scream with Joy
We
Are The Spirits of The Night"
                                       




1 year later...




Lawrence: dai I found a new room listed on findyourroom.com
Kalyan : where da
Lawrence : Siruseri da , near our new office
Kalyan : ok will call you




tut tut tut
tut tut tut
...




Helloooooo






We Hide in the Day
And Dance in the Nights
We Sing with Pain
And Scream with Joy
We
Are The Spirits of The Night
      






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http://www.favourites.sg/wp-content/uploads/ghosts.jpg




                    
                  
                       
                     
                                              
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