With me, this happens more often. In the witching hours, a peculiar phenomenon unfolds in my otherwise silent abode. Yes. Silent abode where no one snores. I hear the doorbell. With a bated breath, I tread through the darkness, nearly grasping the door handle to confront the visitor, only to find solitude waiting beyond. I put my ear to the door, even to the ground, to feel any suspicious movements outside. And, I find all is well with the world!
On some other nights, especially when those are not full-moon ones, when I don’t hear the doorbell, it is clatter of crockery in the kitchen, as if choreographed by unseen hands. Each clang reverberates through the stillness, beckoning me to uncover the source of these spectral ‘symphonies’. Cloaked in the shroud of darkness , I embark on a nightly vigil. Each cautious step towards the unknown fuels a mixture of fear and curiosity. Yielding to an eerie emptiness, I return to bed.
After a lull, it becomes the turn of moving of some chair, furniture or slamming of door echoing through the walls. Yet, when I ascend to investigate, the rooms remain empty.
Each step towards the unknown fuels a curiosity that borders on obsession, as I seek answers to this clandestine whispers of the night.
Hey, do you suspect that your coffee partner - Ms. Knightly, I mean Ms. Nightly from your earlier story , is making rounds? Nah. She was a kind soul. If need arises, I can always enlist her help to unravel the mystery. She had promised you of her help, you remember?
After finding myself entangled in a web of these midnight mysteries, where reality blurs with the supernatural, and my each nocturnal investigations, I finally stumbled upon the source of the midnight mischief.
A brave heart that I am, armed with a flashlight in hand, house key in my pocket once, I tip-toed into the living room, cautiously opened the main door, looked from the wire net on the security door, and finding none outside, I opened the door, looked on the sideways and the corridor tried to find from where the noise was emanating.
I poured into the stairwell just to be sure that no one is hiding there, looked above and climbed the stairs as the noise leading me. Apparently, the noise was from the flat above, the door was ajar enough to peep into.
Suddenly, the door opened wide and clear, cool breeze gusting right on my face. I could see nothing except faint music and suppressed murmur of both male and female voices. My heart beat stopped for fraction of a second.
As I was retracing my steps to run down through the stairs to my flat, to my horror, I was greeted with a sudden, eerie noise - a ghostly wail something like a spooky sound echoing in my direction. With a mix of relief and amusement, the Charlies of the Night startled me with a hushed shout of “Welcome to the Party.” Not amused and when confronted, they confessed to their clandestine antics- sneaking into the empty flat of their friend’s father for their late-night rendezvous.
Their prank isn't just confined to moving furniture and ringing doorbells; they even have a soundboard of creepy noises to add to the drama! not ghostly apparitions but by three mischievous lads, huddled in the darkness with the dim glow of their mobile phones illuminating their faces. I flashed bright light in their direction and confronted them posing like a puffed 56” chested guy.
With laughter filling the air, a glass of wine (sadly!) and a disgusting piece of cold limpy pizza in hand, the Charlies crooned some weird song, with no style or rhythm. Reluctantly, I stood there putting off my flashlight, and suddenly I saw a woman face covered by a white hoodie right next to me wailing softly in my ears.
I turned towards the door warning them to get out of the building and never to return else they will find a gun in my hand instead of a flashlight.
The enigma of the night having solved in the most unexpected of ways, I can finally rest easy. The midnight mystery, it turns out, was nothing more than the antics of three bored youths and a girl seeking thrills in the dead of night. And now, with the truth revealed, I can peacefully sleep until morn.
Over a glass of bourbon, Akash narrated this to me heaving a sigh of relief.
It's a Friday today. I don't know whether I should visit his pad, again, knowing not if the first part was true or the other.
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Terrifying midnights
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Do you hear noises in the eerie silence of nights, and wake up with a start? How often this has happened with you, I wonder.
With me, this happens more often. In the witching hours, a peculiar phenomenon unfolds in my otherwise silent abode. Yes. Silent abode where no one snores. I hear the doorbell. With a bated breath, I tread through the darkness, nearly grasping the door handle to confront the visitor, only to find solitude waiting beyond. I put my ear to the door, even to the ground, to feel any suspicious movements outside. And, I find all is well with the world!
On some other nights, especially when those are not full-moon ones, when I don’t hear the doorbell, it is clatter of crockery in the kitchen, as if choreographed by unseen hands. Each clang reverberates through the stillness, beckoning me to uncover the source of these spectral ‘symphonies’. Cloaked in the shroud of darkness , I embark on a nightly vigil. Each cautious step towards the unknown fuels a mixture of fear and curiosity. Yielding to an eerie emptiness, I return to bed.
After a lull, it becomes the turn of moving of some chair, furniture or slamming of door echoing through the walls. Yet, when I ascend to investigate, the rooms remain empty.
Each step towards the unknown fuels a curiosity that borders on obsession, as I seek answers to this clandestine whispers of the night.
Hey, do you suspect that your coffee partner - Ms. Knightly, I mean Ms. Nightly from your earlier story , is making rounds? Nah. She was a kind soul. If need arises, I can always enlist her help to unravel the mystery. She had promised you of her help, you remember?
After finding myself entangled in a web of these midnight mysteries, where reality blurs with the supernatural, and my each nocturnal investigations, I finally stumbled upon the source of the midnight mischief.
A brave heart that I am, armed with a flashlight in hand, house key in my pocket once, I tip-toed into the living room, cautiously opened the main door, looked from the wire net on the security door, and finding none outside, I opened the door, looked on the sideways and the corridor tried to find from where the noise was emanating.
I poured into the stairwell just to be sure that no one is hiding there, looked above and climbed the stairs as the noise leading me. Apparently, the noise was from the flat above, the door was ajar enough to peep into.
Suddenly, the door opened wide and clear, cool breeze gusting right on my face. I could see nothing except faint music and suppressed murmur of both male and female voices. My heart beat stopped for fraction of a second.
As I was retracing my steps to run down through the stairs to my flat, to my horror, I was greeted with a sudden, eerie noise - a ghostly wail something like a spooky sound echoing in my direction. With a mix of relief and amusement, the Charlies of the Night startled me with a hushed shout of “Welcome to the Party.” Not amused and when confronted, they confessed to their clandestine antics- sneaking into the empty flat of their friend’s father for their late-night rendezvous.
Their prank isn't just confined to moving furniture and ringing doorbells; they even have a soundboard of creepy noises to add to the drama! not ghostly apparitions but by three mischievous lads, huddled in the darkness with the dim glow of their mobile phones illuminating their faces. I flashed bright light in their direction and confronted them posing like a puffed 56” chested guy.
With laughter filling the air, a glass of wine (sadly!) and a disgusting piece of cold limpy pizza in hand, the Charlies crooned some weird song, with no style or rhythm. Reluctantly, I stood there putting off my flashlight, and suddenly I saw a woman face covered by a white hoodie right next to me wailing softly in my ears.
I turned towards the door warning them to get out of the building and never to return else they will find a gun in my hand instead of a flashlight.
The enigma of the night having solved in the most unexpected of ways, I can finally rest easy. The midnight mystery, it turns out, was nothing more than the antics of three bored youths and a girl seeking thrills in the dead of night. And now, with the truth revealed, I can peacefully sleep until morn.
Over a glass of bourbon, Akash narrated this to me heaving a sigh of relief.
It's a Friday today. I don't know whether I should visit his pad, again, knowing not if the first part was true or the other.
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