Kismat Connection♡

Samyuktha

Samyuktha, ready for the movie?"

"Yes maa", I answered while sitting on the couch.

It's been two weeks since I was discharged from the hospital and life has been going smoothly and strangely peacefully. Rudra, Sam and I moved to my in-laws' house till I got better.

Initially, I was afraid that things between me and my mother-in-law would be awkward since I knew I was not her first choice but just a replacement to protect the reputation of both families. However, I never thought she would care for me like she did for the past two weeks. I was surprised, no, shocked as I always had this picture that she would be the typical mean mother-in-law we see in daily soaps but my mother-in-law was completely different.

"So which movie should we choose today?", she inquired, casually scanning the movie options.

"You decide, I am fine with anything.", I replied, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Anything?", she questioned, her eyebrows quirking upward as a mischievous glint danced in her eyes.

"Yep, anything," I affirmed, meeting her gaze with unwavering confidence.

"Alright then, let's watch a horror film", she declared and I knew I was doomed.

Why?

Horror films aren't my cup of tea.
The room was plunged into darkness, save for the flickering glow of the television screen. A chilling horror film, "The Horror Story," had just begun, and I was already gripping the armrests tightly. Only fifteen minutes had passed, and I was drenched in sweat, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal desperate to escape.

I have always tried to be strong, but ghosts or supernatural entities have always been my weakness. I have always believed that they are real. If there are humans, there are ghosts as well, and that terrifies me a lot. That is why I can never watch alone. With someone, it's kind of bearable.

I just need to think about positive thoughts and good memories and see her. She seems to be enjoying the movie, completely immersed in it.

The film was going on yet my whole attention was focused on what was happening in the background as if my senses were heightened, the leaking water sound from the kitchen, the low, steady and continuous sound of the air conditioner and now, they are finally entering the 3046 room, the doorknob turns with a metallic click, and the door groans as it swings open, hinges protesting with a long, drawn-out creak. The wood scrapes faintly against the floor, sending a subtle shiver through the air as if the room beyond had been waiting for this very moment to breathe again, she was waiting.

They desperately tried to escape, running and running, but it was all futile. Finally, those people realised there was no chance for them to get out of the haunted hotel. All of them were trapped inside by a vengeful spirit who was now after them to eliminate them and their existence.

Again, they ran-panic clawing at their lungs. She had already taken one of them, and now the other two were dangerously close. Their frantic, ragged breathing merged with the haunting background hum. Then, without warning, one friend fell under her control, his face vacant as he shuffled toward the cursed room, ignoring desperate pleas.

The eerie hum of the spirit was barely audible, but it was enough. In mere seconds, he was gone. The remaining friend's heart raced as he fled, knowing there was no escape deep down. Desperation drove him into a broken cupboard, where he squeezed into the darkness, trembling.

The door creaked open slowly.

His breath hitched so did ours, and tears streamed down his face as he begged for his life. Then, the humming returned-accompanied by the familiar, dreadful squeaky protest of the wheelchair.