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It was nighttime and I was on call with Azrael. It was a usual call and at 12 AM, my bed shook. I immediately got up and switched on the light.
On top of that, I was sleeping in the guest room which had been vacant for like 4 years so I already was a bit apprehensive about spirits (what? Fifteen year old kid, okay?)
I regained my wits and decided to sit on the bed with my lights on, and just then my bed shook again and this time with a sound which even Azrael could hear.
This cleared out two things: I was not Hallucinating AND I was in deep trouble.
What followed next was both Azrael and I trying to scare the wits out of each other by making each other recall scenes from horror movies while getting scared ourselves.
At around 3 AM, my bed shook again and I had had it. I rushed downstairs and slept in another room.
Azrael and I dropped our call at 4 AM because none of us actually wanted to cut it because we both were scared to the core.
Azrael was scared of the vision of Samara and Kayako (see: The Ring and Grudge) which he'd receive from time to time and I'd simply get scared at his getting scared because my imagination is a complete jerk at such times.
After months, my sister Arya would realise while sleeping in the same room that the noise and the shaking are a product of the fact that the road outside my house had speedbrakers and whenever a heavy vehicle would pass over them, the tremors would be enough to shake my bed.
Even though we now know the truth, Azrael and I hold that night as the best night we spent on a call together and sleeping in that room still brings chills to my heart.
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KLPD: How my Shitzophrenia began.
Non-FictionThis is a story strictly based on true facts and honest opinions. The names of people have been changed to maintain confidentiality. This is my story as to how I, as an Indian, met my Pakistani counterpart, witnessed the pain of others and took bite...
