If you have not read the previous part, please read room number 304 encounter with ghosts before reading this part
Sameera burst out into tears and I had no other way but to console her as we had lost trace of her brother. My head hurt but I collected myself up to reach out to the switchboard and switched on the lights. Sameera was devastated and so was I, we left the room and went to the manager to ask for help and inform him about our great loss.
If you haven’t read the first part of room number 304, please read before continuing
Sameera was honking at the doorstep, she left several messages on my cell but I did not go through any of them. Yeah, we were trying to make use of the best possible use of remaining hours of the weekend to drink life from the lees. I wanted to be a Paranormal investigator ever since my adolescence, but alas! Today I am nothing but a journalist. Her mother was out of town, she went to visit a distant relative of ours and we screamed in unison, “SISTERS BEFORE MISTERS.”
Every break of dawn witnessed my inquisitiveness regarding my insecurities; a long chat with my mother pacified my nerves when everything else failed to provide solace to my intermittent inner-self. It was a Sunday morning and I was expecting a call from my cousin, Sameera was not just a cousin but also a soul mate, she was supposed to discuss the get together with me at granny’s place for the upcoming weekend. I was not well acquainted with everyone I was related to by blood for it has been more than five years I left my hometown and settled down in Bangalore.
I was not in a hurry as it was a Sunday morning and I did not leave the cozy blanket before the clock stroked twelve in the afternoon. The doorbell rang and since I was the only surviving empress of my little kingdom and apartment I could not even enjoy the bliss of a lazy Sunday afternoon and I had to attend to the uninvited and unwanted guest at my doorstep. To my surprise, it was the security guard holding a parcel. An array of thoughts crossed my mind with a single glance as I peeped through the keyhole before opening the door; I have been highly suspicious of everything and everyone right from my childhood.
