THOSE FEARFUL NIGHTS

A Horror Film

The next day, I denied going to college because of these terrible events. My dad convinced my mom to leave me. I called dad and told him what my issue was. He said that he would take us to a film this Sunday.

I accepted and asked him what the name of the film was. He told me that it was a surprise. I wondered what it would be and went to my room. Sunday arrived. I got dressed up and got ready for the film. We drove off from home and arrived at the movie theatre.

We were ten minutes beforehand. I sighed and asked my dad why the hurry. He said that we would have missed the start if we are late. I purchased snacks and drinks and entered the theatre. The film started.

I realized that it was a horror film only after half an hour. When the first ghost scene arrived, I yelled at my dad why he never said it before. He smirked and turned away. I attempted my best not to look at the screen. Still, curiosity dominated me.

I took a bag full of popcorn and ate it. I continued to see the movie. It had many twists that made the tale so scary.

My family was enjoying the film while I was screaming inside my heart. I cursed the director. He was indeed a psychopath. Who else will write a story like that? I said to myself.

I ate the popcorn and the juice right before the intermission. So I requested my dad to buy me some more. He refused, and I pleaded. My brother also joined me. My dad ultimately accepted.

My mom said to me that you are not a child to eat so many snacks. I pretended like I didn't hear what she said. The next half began, and it was scarier than the previous one. I took my shawl and wrapped myself in it.

It was an A/C theatre. So I felt the air getting colder every minute. The devil kept on killing the villains. I almost lost my control. I could not tolerate it anymore. Tears flowed down my face and drenched my shawl with water. My brother started giggling.

The climax scene arrived. There was a final twist. All the people in the room dropped their jaws. The film was finally over. There was a post-credit scene for part-2. My parents were praising the film a lot, and I was feeling homesick already.

We ate lunch in a restaurant and reached home in the late afternoon. We had a nap and woke up in the evening.

We had tea. I confessed with my dad why he did so. He said it would be a change from this pressure. I argued that I got more fear after watching this movie. I pleaded to God that I should forget whatever occurred that day.

But it did not. I got infinite dreams of ghosts, monsters, and zombies hunting me and trying to eat me. In one of these dreams, I was running away from a ghost-like being. It almost seemed to be an animation character.

I halted and stared closely till the ghost lifted its mask and showed its original form. I screeched and woke up to see that it was a Sunday! I woke up at 6:00. My mom woke up and scolded me.

I asked why and she said it in a very sarcastic way. She asked me, "You never wake up even at 6:00 am on weekdays, but always wake up at 6:00 on Sundays. How are you doing this? I eyed her and went to the shower to get refreshed.