THOSE FEARFUL NIGHTS

Sleepless Nights Again

I cursed every single situation that happened to me for two months. Every single night I got horror dreams. I never knew what to do.

The next day after thinking for 2 hours, I came up with a solution.

My friend was chased by robbers last night in my dream. So I thought that it would be the only solution to it. I went out of the room and drank some water. I turned on the television and scrolled all the channels. Finally, I got an appropriate channel on psychology.

Coincidentally it was explaining about dreams! Drinking water before sleep helps to control dreams. In this way, we can solve the problems we are facing with our minds. I wondered if this would work.

That night I went to bed after drinking more water than usual. The next day, I tried to remember yesterday's dream. The entire thing I remembered was eating a cake with my family.

I was happy that I didn't remember any ghost dreams. Otherwise, I would have spent the entire night crying in fear. But that night was the scariest day ever. I saw the ghost again in my hangar.

But instead of screaming, I started sobbing. It came closer, and I squeezed my eyes in my hand. When I slightly opened my eyes to see the ghost, it was not there. I turned front and back and all over the place.

Then I looked up, and the spirit was there. I screamed, but no one woke up. I started crying, and the ghost came near to me and whispered something to me. It was unclear. Before I could speak, it vanished.

The next day I did not concentrate on my studies at all. I was full of thoughts of the ghost. My professor shouted my name thrice until I responded. He asked me a question, and subconsciously I answered it correctly.

He called me to the staff room and asked me what the problem was. I mumbled that I saw a ghost. He thought for a minute and started laughing so loud that my friends nearby came to the room to ask what was going on.

I said that it must be my imagination and left for lunch. I was smiling because the professor's laugh was contagious. My friends followed me and sat near me at the canteen to discover what happened in the staff room.

I didn't tell anyone even though they forced me so much. At one point, my friends started blackmailing me. I thought for a moment why they did it. I just rammed them and went to the class. I said to myself that since I met the ghost, everything is so confusing.

After I reached home, I refreshed and ate my snacks. I watched TV for a while and then climbed up the attic. I dusted an old cardboard box and took it outdoor. I opened it, and there were all my childhood musical instruments.

I took the keyboard which my uncle presented me and dusted it. I placed the leftover things in the box and kept them back in the loft. I opened my music notes and chose a soft rhythm.

I first played the basics and then slowly raised my speed. The puzzle was working in my brain, and my fingers started pumping that song. I finished playing it. My brain was about to blast with notions. I ate my supper and left to relax.