22-10-2022, 02:00 PM
psychoknight
In Search of a Horror Story – Warning : Do not read after dark
The director wanted me to write a horror story for his forthcoming film. Till today I dealt with writing script of cheesy family drama, and it got him box office success too. Suddenly he wanted to step in to a domain which was new for entire production house!!! He wanted to become the Indian edition of Alfred Hitchcock, and he chose me to write his script.
I rented almost all horror movies CDs from the video library, watched every Korean, Taiwanese and Iranian short movies on YouTube, and downloaded all known-unknown e-books from internet in search of a horror story. I tried my luck with roaming around the haunted houses across the city and suburbs, but could not find what I was looking for. The producer wanted to create a history in Indian horror movie world, so I started contacting my readers through mail, letters and phone if they had anything worthwhile. My efforts got the result: a distant reader and one of my ardent fans contacted me and invited me to spend time in his resort, which he recently purchased at a very cheap price due to a few events of unnatural death of its residents.
I got disappointed at first when I reached the house he mentioned. It was nothing like I imagined. It was neither old, nor scary looking. A simple single storied building which surrounded by large garden, which almost turned in to a thick jungle of bush and unknown trees due to poor maintenance. I slept in the afternoon as I was very tired due to the long journey, and from evening onwards my nightmare started.
It was not that bloodthirsty ghosts came to disturbed my evening in this horrid place, but it was local villagers. I could not even imagine that how popular we are in this part. Each and every local human are well aware about our every movie, every actor and actress, every dialog and some of them bought our movie posters for autograph.
I felt flattered, but what became intolerable, was each of every individual of them had a real life scary experience to share. Everybody shared their real life experience with me, which turned out to be exactly same with my childhood story books. I cursed the person who not only arranged my staying here, but also told about my intention for being here to everybody.
For continuous three hours, I was under tremendous torture of listening to hundreds of horror stories. My brain got jumbled up with various types of ghost and its possible cruel nature, just then I was literally saved by the bell when the clock struck seven.
Suddenly all my advisors got anxious to leave this place. They wished me luck for the night and promised to return next morning with a few other real life experiences.
I took a sigh of relief as they closed the outside gate before leaving. The Caretakers of the house followed them soon after. They looked scared as if somebody chased them. I tried to stop them, but they told that they had my dinner in the hot pot, and they will be back in the early morning. They did not want to linger their stay in this cursed house anymore. That was the clue that got me more interested. I needed to know the story of the house itself. I acted innocent and asked them the reason, but they left in a hurry leaving me and my apprehension sky high.
The rooms were neat and clean, but the toilet was shabby and covered with algae and the marble floor was rough due to lack of maintenance. It was dark and slippery. The mirror was so distorted that I felt someone else is staring me through the reflection.
I washed my face in the wash basin, and looked in the mirror. I leaned over the mirror to have a closer look, and just then the doorbell rang.
In Search of a Horror Story – Warning : Do not read after dark
In Search of a Horror Story
The director wanted me to write a horror story for his forthcoming film. Till today I dealt with writing script of cheesy family drama, and it got him box office success too. Suddenly he wanted to step in to a domain which was new for entire production house!!! He wanted to become the Indian edition of Alfred Hitchcock, and he chose me to write his script.
I rented almost all horror movies CDs from the video library, watched every Korean, Taiwanese and Iranian short movies on YouTube, and downloaded all known-unknown e-books from internet in search of a horror story. I tried my luck with roaming around the haunted houses across the city and suburbs, but could not find what I was looking for. The producer wanted to create a history in Indian horror movie world, so I started contacting my readers through mail, letters and phone if they had anything worthwhile. My efforts got the result: a distant reader and one of my ardent fans contacted me and invited me to spend time in his resort, which he recently purchased at a very cheap price due to a few events of unnatural death of its residents.
I got disappointed at first when I reached the house he mentioned. It was nothing like I imagined. It was neither old, nor scary looking. A simple single storied building which surrounded by large garden, which almost turned in to a thick jungle of bush and unknown trees due to poor maintenance. I slept in the afternoon as I was very tired due to the long journey, and from evening onwards my nightmare started.
It was not that bloodthirsty ghosts came to disturbed my evening in this horrid place, but it was local villagers. I could not even imagine that how popular we are in this part. Each and every local human are well aware about our every movie, every actor and actress, every dialog and some of them bought our movie posters for autograph.
I felt flattered, but what became intolerable, was each of every individual of them had a real life scary experience to share. Everybody shared their real life experience with me, which turned out to be exactly same with my childhood story books. I cursed the person who not only arranged my staying here, but also told about my intention for being here to everybody.
For continuous three hours, I was under tremendous torture of listening to hundreds of horror stories. My brain got jumbled up with various types of ghost and its possible cruel nature, just then I was literally saved by the bell when the clock struck seven.
Suddenly all my advisors got anxious to leave this place. They wished me luck for the night and promised to return next morning with a few other real life experiences.
I took a sigh of relief as they closed the outside gate before leaving. The Caretakers of the house followed them soon after. They looked scared as if somebody chased them. I tried to stop them, but they told that they had my dinner in the hot pot, and they will be back in the early morning. They did not want to linger their stay in this cursed house anymore. That was the clue that got me more interested. I needed to know the story of the house itself. I acted innocent and asked them the reason, but they left in a hurry leaving me and my apprehension sky high.
The rooms were neat and clean, but the toilet was shabby and covered with algae and the marble floor was rough due to lack of maintenance. It was dark and slippery. The mirror was so distorted that I felt someone else is staring me through the reflection.
I washed my face in the wash basin, and looked in the mirror. I leaned over the mirror to have a closer look, and just then the doorbell rang.
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