Horror is a feeling. If you really want to get scared, you have to experience it. As my cousin brother was going to Florida to do his masters, he had come to my place. I and my cousin brother were sleeping over at my granny’s place and were discussing about some topic, we suddenly heard the most awful and horrifying sound. We paused for a while and stood still to see if the noise would rank into the night silence again. Suddenly, without warning, we heard the same sound again. This time we were staggered, as the time was around 1:30 AM. It sounded like a glass bottle shattering into pieces. We then forced ourselves to sit up and try to wake completely. We then went downstairs to tell our granny. She then told us to chant some mantras and sleep off. In the morning we came to know that it was some drunkeres who threw glass bottles towards the window. We still shudder whenever we think about that night.
A horrific experience
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