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In my PG...

  'Oh! It was just a dream', I thought with my eyes wide open.
It was still dark. I fished for my phone. The clock showed 5:19 am. I held my covers tightly. My bad dream was still haunting me. For a moment, I felt some presence next to my bed.
'It must be hallucination', I convinced myself.
I closed my eyes. Few seconds passed and I heard some sound. A faint Hiss.

  The other day, my roommates told me this. There are times when you dream that you fell from the stairs or some building, hill, etc. It actually means that your soul is in the process of leaving your body while you are in sleep but as soon as you wake up, you body pulls it back. This is the reason you are out of breath and in a state of shock post waking up. Like any other non-believer of ghost stuff, I, too, laughed after listening to this. Since I saw a bad dream, this thought was haunting me.

  My eyes were wide open. I was staring at the ceiling, though it wasn't visible. I was convincing myself that I never heard that sound. It could have been my roommate shifting or going to the washroom or anything but my dream was pushing me towards the vicious. I saw the time_5:24 am. The phone's light was falling on my face. I thought to direct it towards the floor so as to confirm there was nothing. I, slightly, uplifted my head and my hand brushed against something. By this time, my heart was in my mouth. I threw light there.
"NAILA? Why the fuck aren't you on your bed? You scared the hell out of me!", My voice was shivering.
Naila, my roommate, didn't move. She was just standing and staring. Expressionless.
"Are you fine?", I shook her.
She kept on staring, standing next to my bed.
"This-is-not-funny", I announced.
No movement. From the edge of my bed, I got up and switched on the lights. Her body was facing my bed while she turned her head towards where I was standing.
"Okay, you win. I was really scared. Be done with this. I am sleepy."
A slight smile came across her face. Almost unnoticeable. The very next second, she was expressionless. Her eyes widened. Abnormally wide.
"PLEASE", I laughed, nervously.
She did not even blink.

"Enough", I left the room and banged the door behind. I entered another room. Thankfully, they hadn't locked it from inside.
"Dishi, Hiya. WAKE UP!" I almost screamed.
"What?", They both said sleepily in unison.
"Naila is behaving awkward and this isn't a prank", I had barely said the last word that the door opened. It was Naila_abnormally wide eyes and expressionless. She headed towards me. I jumped to Dishi's bed and held her arm.
"Naila, I am scared, now. Stop, please", almost stammering, I closed my eyes.
"Look at me, Naila", Hiya ordered. She could see this wasn't something humane_Extra wide eyes, pale face with no expression, the way she was walking.
Naila faced Hiya.
"What do you want?", she asked.
Naila, still in the same position, rose her arm and pointed towards me.
"Navreen, she won't do anything. I'll go and wake up the warden. You are a brave girl", Hiya said.
I nodded my head. She got up from her bed and left the room. Naila was, again, staring at me, motionlessly. I felt something was moving inside my hands. Oh! Dishi was shivering.
"Are you cold?", I whispered to her.
"Why is this happening?", she was about to cry.
"Lets close our eyes", I said as I held her tight.
I could not hold back my curiosity, it had only been 2 seconds that I opened my eyes to see if Naila had moved towards me.
She fucking wasn't there.
"DISHI! Naila isn't here, she isn't here", I was shaking her.
She opened her eyes, her jaw dropped, tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Navreen, this is shit s-c-a-r-y", she said sobbing.
"You want me to go and check?", I was stammering.
"No-no-NO!", she squeezed my hand.
Hiya came running. "Naila is sleeping on her bed!", she was out of breath.
My jaw dropped.
Hiya came to me. "Forget what happened. You don't even believe in all this shit. Why get scared? It just never happened. Laugh it out", she caressed my back, her voice was consoling.
I was still in shock.
"Come", she held out her hand, "I will drop you to your room"

I took a deep breath and held her hand. I got down Dishi's bed and we started walking towards my room. 'I was trolled, it was all their plan to scare me out, sheer stupidity'_I repeated this in my mind.
Post entering the room, we saw Naila sleeping. My heart was beating fast.
"Wasn't it a good one?", Hiya laughed.
"Did you know about this?", I was surprised.
"Lie down", she smiled.
'Fuck you all', I shouted in my mind.

After I lay on my bed, Hiya switched off the lights and left the room.
My fear now switched to anger. But, a few questions were hitting me. Naila nowhere seemed humane. And it did scare Hiya in the first place. Naila's face was afresh in my memory and the fact that she was lying next to me won't let me sleep. I shifted in my bed. Fear, gradually returned. But why did Hiya go to my room when she had gone to call the warden?
"NAVREEEEEEEEN, Navreen", I heard Dishi screaming at the top of her voice.
I ran towards her room.
I switched on the lights.
I started laughing at the scene. It was not funny. I was laughing out of insanity.

Next to Dishi's bed was Hiya.
Staring at her with abnormally wide eyes. Her face was pale. She was motionless, expressionless.







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