Room No. 162

“The ticking sound of clock and drip-drop sound of every drop of water falling from the tap was breaking the pulse-pounding silence. What could be more terrifying than this, and that too, with the lights off.”

Aarav had Nyctophobia- a fear of ‘what would happen’ once the lights are turned off. The 24/7 afraid boy was an orphan who used to live in a shabby orphanage. A slight darkness around him would freak out the terrified kid so he would sleep at seven p.m. sharp not to experience the lights turning off at nine p.m.

It was Halloween when Aarav was sitting all alone and frightened in his room since afternoon because this, was the day of screams. He was making his bed at seven when ‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahah’ he screamed as the lights went off. No, this couldn’t happen. His scream was so loud and powerful that the Earth would’ve been shaken by it. Hearing his squeal, Ram Uncle, the caretaker who was passing by the corridor experienced a chill run down his spine. He rushed to room 162 (Aarav’s room which was always thought to be a home to Bloody Mary), stuck his ear to the door which was locked and exclaimed ‘I-is Blood- aaaaa-Bloody M-m-mary in there?’ Aarav responded in a total freaked out tone ‘No! This is me, Aarav’ and not liking what he said further, he continued ‘whom people call the 24/7 afraid kid’. ‘Whomsoever you are! What on Earth made you squeal like that?’ Ram Uncle said angrily and Aarav replied, ‘There is no lightttttttttttttttttt!’. ‘Hey kid, it is just a power cut. Now sleep! nonsense children spoilin’ my day like anything’. Aarav could feel Ram Uncle returning from inside of his room when his trumpet-toned song was fading out as he passed. Aarav was trying to open the door but yes, the light was not there so how could he see. There was nothing he could do except waiting for the light to show up again.

The ticking sound of clock and drip-drop sound of every drop of water falling from the tap was breaking the pulse-pounding silence. What could be more terrifying than this, and that too, with the lights off. He sat against the broken wall, holding his knees tightly. An hour passed, two hours passed, three, five and he still wasn’t asleep. It was nearly midnight when oh! Suddenly a translucent body appeared in front of him. No, this couldn’t be Bloody Mary. But unfortunately, she was. The queer and scream-worth lady took out a knife from her eyeball. With blood coated nails she held it and in a ghostly voice, she blabbered, ‘1, two, 3, 4, five, 6, 7, 8ttt, 9, 10 and she slid the knife through the midst of Aarav’s neck- and he died.

So, this was true. It was the house of Bloody Mary.

Nobody stepped in the haunted room- 162 since they got to know about the miserable demise. 

Hope it did not freak you out.

Lots of Screams.

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