KNightmare

17:28 12/12/2006

It all happened somewhere in the early mornings between 3 to 6, I would say. I was having a crazy nightmare about a haunted house - in no case, was there any monster that was roaming around in the house, rather the house keeps altering itself ala harry potter to strange dimensions; often leaving you in a sense of "whats next and whats where ?kinda feeling!".

-----------I give it to you as though I am a part of it--------

It was 3:30 in the evening. There I laid with my college and high school mixed crowd, in a medieval school like building. Kili bungalow, as they call it! has been handed over to the local Church of South India parish from the original Armenian brothers. The legal battle finally had its say and giving its due respect in its 200 years old ancestry they have handed it down to the Archbishop in a small community function yesterday. As a move to celebrate this, they have called in all the affiliates to hold an intra community festive. I somehow got myself into this celebration. The building has been decorated wonderfully but poorly maintained. One could see the shine of the red floor amidst the dirt sprayed all over it. The remains of the old antiques like photo frames, book shelves etc.were covered in a coat of spider web. The doom covering the hall had many intricate designs that set the light in a varying tone.

I was spending some time along with my friends in one of the least participated festive events preparation in one of the grand hall.The hall had a simple balcony made completely of timber with sodium vapor lights decorating it in a slight dim of ambience. Groups were mildly scattered all over the balcony. All of them were in semi-sleep mode positioning themselves at strange postures between themselves. It was a slow play that was rehearsed for the show to be set up tomorrow. A sense of drift made us to walk away from the area and explore more. Having walked out of the hall's balcony, I noticed that walls were not cemented but plastered rather. It was a indo-portuguese style of architecture. The material were local, but the elaborate designs were exotic. It suddenly grew spooky though, mainly because of the fading light and the echoing sounds of breeze inside the vacant area. I was lost in a moment of madness and absorption to the situation.

There was a chirp sound that was heard so ever as if it was the background of some stupid television serial. zzzzZZz. In a moment of hurry the sound grew heavy and in the process the wall gave way - leaving the way that leads to the balcony behind obstructed. In a sense of paranoic bursts inside the mind, Rakesh squeezed himself out through the diminishing stairs that leads to the floor above.Walking in the same stairs, we were struck inside to see that the stairs run directly to the ceiling floor bed.

We were so damn freaked out, the way back is completely out and the stairs now lead to the ceiling floor.
There was a huge ventilation fan that was hanging on one corner and quite frankly there was no way out. Chasing the fading light withstanding suffocation and drop in pressure we managed to rip open one of the fan's wings and reach ourselves out. Eventually we dropped on the terracotta slope over the ruined garden. We grappled ourselves to the nearest window and pushed ourselves in. Taking in heavy breaths we look up and wonder at a grand ball with people dancing slow music. Damn, we have traveled through time.

PAUSE

And there it ends for now.