Nadiya,the 21 year old quiet, schizophrenic girl gets to experience a series of paranormal events in the farmhouse they have recently shifted to. Is it all in her mind? Or is everything for real?
Will Noah, her twin brother, be able to help her and...
CHAPTER - 3 I felt drops of sweat on my forehead as the phone slipped off my hand. I went up to my room immersed in a topsy-turvy of thousands of unoriented thoughts. I sat at the corner of the room, next to the window, with my hands wiping off the sweat and trying to calm myself. Dr.Bryan's words echoed in my ears, "All that is not real, all in your head!" I kept telling myself these words till my breaths slowed down and I collected myself back. My bed had already been arranged in the room. I sat on my bed, and started to look around the room. The white ceiling, the grey walls, the open cupboard, the window, allowing the last rays of the evening Sun, my posters, intact as they were, brightening the dull walls of the room. And, the mirror, absolutely crystal-clear, with no trace of any mark whatsoever. About an hour later, I started to put up the other posters and paintings I had with me. I started to unpack my clothes from the suitcase and arrange them on the cupboard, humming to myself my favourite tune. I felt like a stone under my foot, I stepped back to find the pendant that I had dropped when Noah freaked me out. I took it in my hand. It mesmerized me, though I didn't have much of a thing for jewels. The pendant was ovoid and bulky, unlike normal. It had some intricate, branch- like designs of silver on silver, hanging from a simple silver chain. The shine was real, though the design had a definite ancient finishing.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I placed it in the topmost shelf, that was partially within my reach and went down for supper. All were discussing about the greatness of the house and the nature around. I chose to keep mum and that bothered Noah. He asked whether everything was fine with me, I smiled. Dad was curious about how much I was happy about the new place, I did not really feel the need to answer him. I left the table and came back to my room. I went to the restroom, washed my face. The mirror in the restroom freezed me down for a while and I kept staring at my wet face, thinking about what not. I got into my sleepwear and bumped on my bed. I dozed off quite sooner than normal. 3:45am. The digital clock on the dresser next to my bed read. My room couldn't have been darker. Deep asleep, in my dream, I could feel someone's interrupted heavy breaths through the messy hairstrands all over my face. It hindered my sleep to the extent that I opened my eyes. And realized, it was not a part of my dream. My eyeballs became still and I felt ice run down my spine when I saw a man floating in the air, with his body parallel to mine, about one foot distant from me. His body appeared entirely black, blacker than my room, with bulging white eyes and blood covering his forehead. All of it made me want to scream my lungs out. But it horrified me even more when I realized I could not make any sound. I felt my body caged up in some invisible, strong tentacles. My body felt like ice. I couldn't do anything but stare at the deadly white eyes that was sucking my life out. I felt free of the invisible power that caged my body, and was moving restlessly over my bed, gasping for breath as an invisible hand tried to choke me to death. I could feel my body sweat like never before, as the man started to yell " I AM REAL! I A M R E A L!!
