Unholy Obsession

333

As usual, the elevator directionally moves down at its respective pace; meanwhile, the lift began to phenomenal reaction.

Nonce crossed through the 2nd quarter of the floor, the lights inside the elevator started flickering out. Thus, the lift hardly could reach halfway between 1st and 2nd level space and the lights finally went off.

It happened appropriate affairs which he vastly solicits for not befall throughout on the process of this hell events, at least!

Nevertheless, it is drawled into his pre-scheme; beforehand he was in hastily for receiving the lemon and closed this ritual. Thus, he agilely pressed the one big red button (*emergency button) and above the button, he tried to get parlance by telling for help from the other posted guard, countlessly!

In the end, even after speaking loudly for accessing any kind of response for granted his request.

Unfortunately; there was none of the answers or replies to his request, as there was actually; nobody present there, which thoughts make him disgruntled. Afterwards, he slip up and looked on his phone screen to check his network and possibilities; as he antecedently knew it was a flop consideration; but still for his confirmation, he scrutinized!

As he thought, nothing miracle will be going to happen! The tower on his cell phone wasn't a single present; which makes him obviously frustrated and thrown into!

But in a few seconds of the quarter; into that death of silence in addition to darkness, somehow; he realised that his surrounding was covered with fog, which makes him uneasy in breathing.

He started sweating heavily and was disturbed to breathe; in the worst circumstances, at first; he got the weird noises of painful strange voices; like zombies.

But on the contrary, he feels weird about his guessing skills that were fucking impossible, because outside the elevator; it should be a wall, however; his ears denied this and experienced him that he definitely gets some floor but the elevator isn't able to show it for current off.

Plus now he can hear; it seems to be a female's horrific voice, which unusually saying in a weird language! Which he absolutely doesn't have a clue about.

Therefore, he has already decided in his mind to not act ridiculously, in these fuck of-hell experiences. All of the unusual screams, which seem to be coming from outside of the elevator door and that fricking female voice which still comes from that commune speaker, is strange; all for a moment stopped.

It looks like these supernatural things haven't happened there. He is thinking all of this, as his mind gets a time of peace. But his thoughts go in a vein within a second, beyond the fact that at present minutes, in the elevator his phone rings loudly; to come back to his senses.

When he saw the caller's name, it clearly shows the background blank black and shows a restricted call and the no. has only three digits: "333".

Seeing whom, he wasn't able to understand earlier that if this is some kind of hotel's office no.; which had a chance to place a kind of device which helps gets connected to him for rescuing him. Well, enough...! In the end, without processing his mind anymore, he received that call and he can hardly respond to the call: "He..Hello....Who is it?"

Unlike what he expected alternately changed beyond his imagination; he could be heard unclearly, many strange sounds comes lowly and within those sounds, again a weird female (*same tone) said: "H..E..L..L..O...Vishal!"

Somehow with all those background weird voices, this voice was understandable to him; when he heard this, he somehow gets familiar attachments to that voice; as if he heard the voice endless times.

But after forcing his subconsciousness to identify that voice. At last, after putting enough effort into matching; yet couldn't get any clue.

And with hesitation, he disconnects the call. Already, he had sweating from suffocation and now this supernatural experience makes him frustrated!

On the contrary --- smiling joyfully; she once again pressed one of the marks in her palm; this time she randomly placed that pin, by which the blood came out.

On the Otherside; In which elevator, Vishal is stuck off suddenly re-started moving and instead of UG Section, the lift's door opened on the 1st floor. He isn't able to visualize anything because along with the elevator, the whole corridor of the 1st floor's covered with darkened blackness.

Probably! Today he's luck wasn't with him at all; at the same point, his three stands of small candles had extinguished completely. And for making continue this ritual while maintaining his safety, he couldn't even see his hands for turning on the flashlight of his cell phone, but with an assumption, he turned on the flashlight and moved ahead.

Yet, he seemed to be someone present throughout him and who kept their eyes on gaze to him all the way.

From the 10th to 8th floors, he experienced memorable unspecified activities but he feels with passing time, it became rigorous; due to the level of heavy mirk and fog.

There was no source of Moon or Street lights reflecting his path forwardly and with the flashlight, it minimally shows him the direction; barely!

As per the substantial elevator rides, gave him help for continuing his suffocation with less air support, plus; by swiftly walking, he is getting sloppy for sultry.

Perhaps, thankfully! The presence of the remaining souls; somehow caused any kind of intended obstruction or harm to him. This is a good sign for this last closest step passed by this ritual, thus, with enthusiasm; he ultimately reached the UG Section.

Here; Rajive and Prof Neeraj lose patients; specially Rajive. Although, hearing his screams and then completely spreading silence makes him bang his ungodly thoughts; which makes him more low spirits.

While Shruti looks quite fain and glut, by now. All these times, she was staring out of the door (to the darkness) with an interest.

But the reality was something beyond this happened; actually, she was doing to beget the obstructing things which help shove him from the beginning till now while keeping an eye on his every demeanour.

But the rare state is that she is the one who causes harm to him and also the reason who conserved him from the other parlous most mischievous and crafty spirits.

This time too, when she saw him traverse the end halt of this ritual, for one of the last time, she pointed out that shining needle to the centre of the circle of her palm, with a mischievous smile!

To Be Continued.....