Moving In

23 feb. 2014.

The sun was firring its flaming arrows.

I transferred to a new school

Enrolled in Class Eight.

For the first month..... i had some difficulties in adapting the new situation and the people there.

3rd March.....

A girl came and borrowed my notebooks.

She had a dull complexion.... but her conduct was sunny.

She was the first friend i made.

Her name is Jane.

My bestfriend.

Slowly, everything moved on swiftly.

In hostel we shared the most beautiful memories with wonderfull people;

We helped each other., We did our home works together. At times we do quarrelled about anything starting from stupid misplaced shoes and dirty socks. occasionally we got punished for Oversleeping.

< Who doesn't love sleep!

Everybody loves to sleep.>

😆

Everything was so harmonious.

But in every boarding schools there is always creepy stories about itself..

It's the same for this one..

The first half session, I slept in my home with my family . But in the second half session , I moved in to the hostel dorm.

That when I learned the word "Horror" .

11th July, 2014.

Tomorrow is Second Saturday of July.

we don't have classes on the second saturday of every month.

So, right after the school I washed my uniforms and other clothes.

Then I played some silly games with my friends and watched TV. I left all my homework for tomorrow.

After 7:00pm, I was back in my hostel room.

I shared my bed with my cousin .

Once we got together, my roommates start to narrate scary stories they've heard about the hostel ...

They use to exaggerate a little more just to scare us.

Sis Amy: when I was in the seventh standard, there was a senior in 10th grade who always got sick. He was usually calm and quiet. Also he's a good guy.

And you know what?

Every time he got sick he barked like a dog and screamed so loud. (ugh.in chorus)

He would be convulsed and would speak hindi instead of our local dialect. ( Eigh... It must be so scary. )

( As she narrates the story we moved closer to her with our eyes and ears wide open. We didn't even try to end the topic tho we are all scared ans would probably have nightmares. All we ever spoke out was the word of exclamation. All our attention was always on her. Yes we were scared but we wanted to hear more. )

She would tell us such scary stories and we used to discuss alot about it.

ussually at night, my mind wandered about how would the victims have felt when the demons and the ghost get into them.

And slowy my thoughts deliver me to a whole new world .