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Mirage

I bolted awake, completely drenched in shimmering droplets of sweat on my forehead. To this moment, I am not very sure what awakened me. As I wearily reached out to my glasses on the oak nightstand, my heart skipped a beat. To my disbelief, my hand passed through the bedside table as if it were made of nothing but gas.

Moments later, I found out that it was not only the table that was no longer solid, but also my hand.
Ten silent seconds passed. I was really panicking. I felt a warm, misty feeling go all through me, turning myself into a mere blurry haze.

I was anxious and also equally puzzled. So I counted my footsteps and tried to make little to no noise. Little did I know that something unforgettable was in store for me. Let me explain.


As I tip-toed towards the door , I heard a peculiar noise which went something like, "whoosh-tick-tick-poof"💨👻  With every step, the noise seemed to get closer.....things started to get creepy.
It was pitch black outside. Though it is said that we have only five senses, I could feel the presence of someone else in the room.My heart was thumping out loud, praying for the best.

Few seconds later, I could hear footsteps. Booming footsteps. I quickly adjusted my glasses and tried to focus but I just couldn't. My glasses were misting up.

Just then, two cold, rough hands dripping with blood emerged from the walls, gripped my neck violently, thwacked my head against the wall and suffocated me!

"AAH!", I shrieked in fear.  Those treacherous hands had a wicked intent, that was for sure. I gave my best shot and tried to wriggle out of the almost-my-end grip.  I was constantly running out of breath and found myself reeling out of control.



Somehow, I mustered just the amount of strength to overpower and save myself. After a long, hard scuffle, I tried my best to free myself from its tight grasp that did not let go of my neck. At last, I succeeded and grabbed a knife to chop those devilish hands off.

I dashed towards the main door at top speed. My legs were sprinting like never before. Just as I was about to make the final step towards the door, I was being dragged mercilessly despite my cries and pleas.

My body felt battered and I was badly bruised. I just couldn't differentiate between reality and fantasy. It was all so confusing.Everything was out of focus. I somehow staggered my way through the living room.Then, I found myself  wavering and my eyes playing tricks on me....I collapsed.





The next thing I remember was lying in a hospital bed among sirens. Later, I got to know from the doctor that I had had a horrible hallucination due to severe stress. Sure enough, unexpected outcome out of four nights of  last-minute prep for the presentation and three nights of binge-watching 

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