The Classy Thirteen

Your apartment is haunted.

Reyan's POV:

I found myself laying on the bed when I regained consciousness. The lights were still off but when my eyes fell on the air conditioner, it was on just like before.

I was thinking that maybe I fell asleep the moment I laid down on bed and whatever I saw was just a nightmare. My hand was searching for my phone on the bedside table, gladly I found it.

It was 2:00 AM and I could still hear everyone talking outside. Seems like no one knows that tomorrow is Monday and we all have to go to the college. Anyway, I kept my phone back on the table and tried to sleep again.

I was lying on the my right side. Everything was seeming absolutely perfect until I could feel someone caressing my back. I didn't move for a few minutes, then I could hear someone breathing heavily near me. I was feeling sweaty, my body began to shake and my heart was beating as if it's gonna be out of my body in a few seconds but I couldn't muster the courage to look back and see what was it.

When that mysterious hand stopped caressing my back, I somehow managed to get up from the bed and fastly made my way towards the door. I tried to open the door but it did not open, it seemed as if it was locked from outside.

"Waah beta Reyan! kya kismat paayi hai, bhagwan jane subah subah kiska chehra dekhne mila tha. Pata nahi ab kya karoon." I smacked my own head.

[Wow Reyan!What luck have I got, God knows who's face did I get to see in the morning. I don't know what to do now.]

"Main kuch madad kar doon?" A terrifying voice came from my right side.

[Can I help you in any way?]

I looked everywhere but there was nothing to be found.

"There's nothing Reyan, there's nothing." I told myself.

"Whoever will cry first, will die first." The same voice came from my left side this time.

Now I realized that whatever I had seen earlier was not a dream but had happened to me in reality.

"Who's there? Whoever is pranking me, stop this! It's not funny anymore." I shouted.

"This isn't a prank, sweetheart." That same woman in all black attire appeared out of nowhere infront of me.

"Wh..wh..what do you want from me?" I forced my tongue to utter these words.

"From you? You can't give us anything little lizard." Another horrible voice came from the opposite side.

I turned to see what was that only to find another 6.4ft woman in the same dress looking at me. I swear my soul just left my body at this moment. I was so scared that my chest started hurting, I could see death so close to me. Now I was feeling nausea and shortness of breath at the same time.

Both of them were looking exactly the same, but the only difference between them was that wound on the forehead of the woman who was standing on the left side.

"P...pleas...please mujhe ch...chhor do... Maine kisi ka kya bigada hai?" I pleaded.

[Please let me go, what harm have I done to anyone?]

"Tere paapon ka ghada bhar chuka hai besharam bachhe." The woman on the right side spoke.

[Your vessel of sins is full, shameless kid.]

"Ee e ek minute!! Tumhe...tumhe hindi aati hai?" I questioned.

[One minute! Do you know Hindi?]

"Hindi kya, humen toh Urdu bhi aati hai, bolkar dikhayen? Aapa jaan!" The woman on the left side replied.