She was not acting as a silly neurotic woman who believes in every bit of superstition. But even if she thought the whole situation in a scientific way yet she could not solve the mysterious meaning . why was her hair moving in a rhythmic to and fro manner when there was no slightest motion of wind,why it felt like someone stared at her from some corner of the room , a force that jammed her voice so that she could not shout for help. But why will she ask for help ,does not the house belong to her. Vidhya didn’t want to entertain these feelings. She went to her bed room, but still she could feel the invisible presence of something supernatural .
She tried to get some sleep. Her heart skipped a bit, when she heard a strange voice “vidhyaaa”. The uneasiness grew no bound , the terror persisted .she took her pillow ,put it over her head and pressed the pillow hard over her ears , still she could not stop hearing that voice which called out her name again and again. What was more unbearable , the invisible pulled the pillow and dragged her off her bed . Now she could feel its physical presence too. But she dare not open her eyes. She was slapped ,once ..twice..thrice. when the pain outshone her fear ,she opened her eyes ,cried to her horror misery. And more because of the painful slaps her flatmate planted on her cheeks.
“vidhyaa vidhyaa , wake up – you are getting late for work” . her flatmate shouted .she looked at the clock that striked 9.
Not a big deal ,she is scared in a daily routine manner. Let it be some ghost ,nightmare or her boss..all the same . what is reality anyway??
RUN VIDHYA RUN!!
done nicely...pretty smooth !!
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