Sunday, 24 April 2011

Sometimes, dreams speak a lot of things...........


                                                               The Scary Dream

We reached at Rushali's place at 4 in the morning. Tired from the six hour journey, my eyez were busy searching for a bed. I dont even remember when i slept. But soon i was back in my dream world. This time it was too dark, and i found myself lying on a bed of green grass. Soon it was not hard to recognize where i was and what was i doing there? I asked myself, "What am i doing in a forest? Have i been here?" but i didn't get any answer because i had no clue what was i doing here. Actinomycetes were in action as i could smell the damp soil, the smell was too refreshing as it was drizzling and the cool breeze was playing with my hair, whispering something in my ears, God knowns what? Chill ran down my nerves when i heard someone speaking far across, and i started walking towards the direction from where the sound was coming. In no time, i recognized the song that was playing in the background, oh it was the same song which, we were listening to few hours back. I could hear the voices more properly and was astonished to hear the conversation. After a minute i reached the sight from where the sound was coming. A car was parked at the side of the road, four girls were talking to each other and thats when my heart started beating faster.

Oh shit, what was i doing here? I was at the same place where the tyre of our car had punctured few hours back. It was us, we four were talking about our biology assignment. "What am i doing here?" Again i asked myself but as usual no answer. The whole incident was repeating but from a differnt angle as i could see myself this time, but i could smell something fishy, something that was unreal, something that could stop my heartbeat if i was in real world. The next moment what happened almost paralysed me. Our driver was busy fixing the tyre on the other side and we four were busy chatting without reacting to the presence of someone else in the scene. With my wide open eyes, i saw a girl, half drenched in blood, walking towards the four of us in some kind of strange walk and slightly getting blurred in every few seconds. And then i saw her face. She was young, but very pale in complexion and her hair was not combed properly. If this was happening in real, my world would have turned upside down. A sense of horror struck me when i met her gaze, and my emotions magnified thousand times more. Her eye balls were damn black and bigger than usual, the kind i used to see in horror flicks. I choked, when she smilled at me with that hideous look, i could have had a cardiac arrest, could have screamed out my lungs, could have fainted but nothing happened to me. She passed Kiran and stood beside me, while i was busy chatting with Amrita. Our driver fixed the problem and the four of us entered in the car without knowing then, that we had a celebrity invisible guest with us. Man, she was so fluid, my mouth fell open when i saw her taking a leap inside the car without any effort. How could she move in the car just like that? Amrita closed the door and the car started. She was just sitting with all of us. I wanted to shout, ask the driver to stop, ask my friends & myself to throw the unwanted guest out of the car. But damn it! I could not utter a single word. She waved at me with that hideous smile and i was left there all alone to enjoy the scenic beauty along with my fear. I heard my phone ringing, but could not move my hands, i felt suffocated and suddenly my dream started to blur.
Hah! I took a deep breath and gasped. Atlast i came out of that creepy dream, MOM calling....flashed on my mobile screen. I dicconnected the call, as i was not in the condition to speak to her. I saw Amrita sleeping beside me and kept on repeating " It was a dream, a stupid one" in my mind and went back to sleep again.

                                                        Encounter with her in the real world



  1. Well you are on the correct path to success. Keep dreaming because something’s can and only can be experienced while dreaming. So, happy dreaming, beside this it’s a well-written article full of thoughts.

  2. well!!!!all can say i am really feeling proud of you..more than that proud to be your friend....good start, better late then never...Good Job...keep up the good work

  3. god one prabhjot...
    going good :)
    a real good piece writing prabssss :D

  4. Story>>>>Amazing....
    Narration>>>>>too good....
    Horrifying enough to hold you on your nerves....
    The writer deserves a great around of Applause....

  5. keep writing ritu ...coz we are keep reading your story n waiting for next ...everythng gonna excellent..

  6. this one is excellent work. The haunting touch keeps your story alive, and people to keep guessing what happens next. Congratulations, you were successfull in making me goose bumped. you made me remember of my experience with spirits.
    If you want some more haunting stuff, you need to deal with spirits of age from 6-15(girl ). they add terrifying effect to your story.

  7. I think this is what you should be working for.Iam sure you'll do wonders. Keep writing! :)

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  9. Nice flick....
    Very well applied your emotions to the context....
    Keep it up!!!!!!!!!

  10. i think it's a great story. I really appreciate it..m waiting for tne next part of the story to come.
    well done prabs.

  11. the flow of story is good !