
"You are whispering some prayers but the god never listened to you, why would he listen now?"
It is 11:57 in the night and the demons have started
crawling in your veins like terrorists making their way through a secret tunnel
in the dark; one by one, slowly poisoning your blood. Your shadows seem more
real than your face. Your face melts like ripe apple melts on being kept in an
acid.
Your mother warned you there are no ghosts but no, the
journey from your room to bathroom feels like it has been ambushed by the bombs
that could shatter your atoms to all the dimensions possible. Your friend had
told you how his friends saw something...