22-10-2022, 02:37 PM
He bought all types of books and contacted all types of religious gurus who claimed themselves as ‘Tantriks’, performer of black rituals.
Samir got a voodoo book where it was written that mirrors are like photographs, it can hold memories it saw. It captures the reflections and stores them in to it. And with particular ritual; one can enter in to its memory and could view glimpse of those.
It seemed harmless enough and very interesting. Samir bought a very old mirror from an auction house and prepared for the ritual.
Samir placed the mirror in the next room and performed the ritual. The golden frames curved in the border of the mirror starts glowing like fire as he was performing it. Soon the Belgian glass seemed like made of water and it became fluid and somewhat semi-transparent. Samir could see the shadow of men and women sitting, standing, dancing in it as if he was looking through a performance through a dirty smoked glass.
As Samir put the wax doll in the fire, as described by the book, he suddenly felt a force is pulling him inside the mirror.
It was expected that Samir will replace his reflection to decode the reading in the mirror. It should happen like this, but when the moment ultimately came, Samir lost his nerve. Samir was trying to perform this kind of activity for almost three years now, but it is the first time he was experiencing something real.
Samir struggled as he was sucked inside the mirror, he tried to leave this place and put an end to this, but it was too late for him. As he was completely inside the mirror, his struggle caused the glass of the mirror to break into pieces.
At first Samir could feel nothing, he could see his reflection sitting idle in the mirror, but later he realised that it is his actual self that is inside the mirror, and his soulless reflection is outside. Samir could feel the presence of endless phantom figures in his back, the memories of joy, lust, sadness and death is waiting to turn Samir into a memory itself. Oh god, we are doing a lot of things in front of a mirror, and never suspect that it’s getting imprinted!!
Samir tried to get out of the shadow world, to the safety of the real world. To breathe, to touch the ground of this cursed house, which never felt so precious, so distant previously.
His all efforts turned futile as the glass was broken. His reflection sat ideally motionlessly as memories in the past. The real self of Samir struggled inside the mirror to be faded and lost in the past.”
As the young man finished his story they all looked at me with curiosity.
“Well sir, please tell me which of the stories you liked most? Which one of these is going to be in your next movie?”
I leaned forward to fill my drink. I was scared like shit inside, but I was never going to show that.
“Well I liked them all. In fact, I am thinking to show them all in my coming movie. It will be like a bunch of stories inside a single movie, tied with a common factor; this house.”
I relaxed a bit and looked straight into their eyes,
“It requires a good twist in the end. I can even think to represent you all as ghosts who came back in this house to tell me their stories, and in the climax, you will reveal yourself as Ramesh Babu, Indira and Samir. What do you think? Is it going to be a great twist in the end or not?”
Great idea sir, it would be like big Hollywood movies, you can even name it like ‘The Horror Quadrant’ or ‘The Four Faces of Fear’
“You mean horror triangle, since it got three stories, don’t you?” I corrected them.
“No Sir, we were suggesting that you should add your story too in the end.”
Now, that made me irritated. I should thank them for providing me the plot, they also spared their time to come and help me, but in the effort of scaring me, they crossed their limit.
I quickly took a long sip to my drink before I tell them that they should leave for now, and just then I realized that I forgot to mix water in my drink.
My whole body got shivered in nausea as I drank my raw whisky. I felt like I am about to vomit. I left my seat quickly and rushed towards the toilet. The trio followed me with worried faces seeing my sudden change.
As I stepped inside the washroom, I was almost toppled from something in the ground. The light was so dim that I could not notice it at first. I leaned forward to have a closer look.
My lifeless body was lying on the wet, shabby bathroom floor. From back of its head, already clotted blood flow painted half of the floor in black. My wide open eyes are without any sign of pain though, and why it should not be? Ultimately I could find the horror story I was searching for. I closed my eyes with a hope that it was all a bad dream all along and I will wake up from it when I will open my eyes.
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Samir got a voodoo book where it was written that mirrors are like photographs, it can hold memories it saw. It captures the reflections and stores them in to it. And with particular ritual; one can enter in to its memory and could view glimpse of those.
It seemed harmless enough and very interesting. Samir bought a very old mirror from an auction house and prepared for the ritual.
Samir placed the mirror in the next room and performed the ritual. The golden frames curved in the border of the mirror starts glowing like fire as he was performing it. Soon the Belgian glass seemed like made of water and it became fluid and somewhat semi-transparent. Samir could see the shadow of men and women sitting, standing, dancing in it as if he was looking through a performance through a dirty smoked glass.
As Samir put the wax doll in the fire, as described by the book, he suddenly felt a force is pulling him inside the mirror.
It was expected that Samir will replace his reflection to decode the reading in the mirror. It should happen like this, but when the moment ultimately came, Samir lost his nerve. Samir was trying to perform this kind of activity for almost three years now, but it is the first time he was experiencing something real.
Samir struggled as he was sucked inside the mirror, he tried to leave this place and put an end to this, but it was too late for him. As he was completely inside the mirror, his struggle caused the glass of the mirror to break into pieces.
At first Samir could feel nothing, he could see his reflection sitting idle in the mirror, but later he realised that it is his actual self that is inside the mirror, and his soulless reflection is outside. Samir could feel the presence of endless phantom figures in his back, the memories of joy, lust, sadness and death is waiting to turn Samir into a memory itself. Oh god, we are doing a lot of things in front of a mirror, and never suspect that it’s getting imprinted!!
Samir tried to get out of the shadow world, to the safety of the real world. To breathe, to touch the ground of this cursed house, which never felt so precious, so distant previously.
His all efforts turned futile as the glass was broken. His reflection sat ideally motionlessly as memories in the past. The real self of Samir struggled inside the mirror to be faded and lost in the past.”
As the young man finished his story they all looked at me with curiosity.
“Well sir, please tell me which of the stories you liked most? Which one of these is going to be in your next movie?”
I leaned forward to fill my drink. I was scared like shit inside, but I was never going to show that.
“Well I liked them all. In fact, I am thinking to show them all in my coming movie. It will be like a bunch of stories inside a single movie, tied with a common factor; this house.”
I relaxed a bit and looked straight into their eyes,
“It requires a good twist in the end. I can even think to represent you all as ghosts who came back in this house to tell me their stories, and in the climax, you will reveal yourself as Ramesh Babu, Indira and Samir. What do you think? Is it going to be a great twist in the end or not?”
Great idea sir, it would be like big Hollywood movies, you can even name it like ‘The Horror Quadrant’ or ‘The Four Faces of Fear’
“You mean horror triangle, since it got three stories, don’t you?” I corrected them.
“No Sir, we were suggesting that you should add your story too in the end.”
Now, that made me irritated. I should thank them for providing me the plot, they also spared their time to come and help me, but in the effort of scaring me, they crossed their limit.
I quickly took a long sip to my drink before I tell them that they should leave for now, and just then I realized that I forgot to mix water in my drink.
My whole body got shivered in nausea as I drank my raw whisky. I felt like I am about to vomit. I left my seat quickly and rushed towards the toilet. The trio followed me with worried faces seeing my sudden change.
As I stepped inside the washroom, I was almost toppled from something in the ground. The light was so dim that I could not notice it at first. I leaned forward to have a closer look.
My lifeless body was lying on the wet, shabby bathroom floor. From back of its head, already clotted blood flow painted half of the floor in black. My wide open eyes are without any sign of pain though, and why it should not be? Ultimately I could find the horror story I was searching for. I closed my eyes with a hope that it was all a bad dream all along and I will wake up from it when I will open my eyes.
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