August 1
So it has been a hectic day. Getting the furniture set, unpacking loads of bags, travelling about 500 km and finally shifting to my new house. It's not much and looked a bit gloomy. I guess need to clean it. So I am tired and I will go now. It's going to be a long week.
Later D.
PS: Will never forget to write to you no matter what happens.
August 2
Phew!! I was wrong about the long week. It's gonna take a month. This house need a lot of renovation. Nothing was that special today. Just woke up late(as always) sipped my morning tea. Thought would make myself acquainted with people around. But no one lives in my floor. Got down the apartment and bought half a dozen of eggs, bread and Maggie. When I reached my apartment, I met our apartment's caretaker. Talking to him was spooky. I still remember our conversation.
"Namaste brother. I just moved in here"
"Which floor sahab"
"7th"
Change of expression on his face
" Nice weather no brother"
"Leave the apartment. Go away. "
"Sorry. I didn't get you"
"Floor 7th is not good for people"
"why"
"I..... I.. Go away I got work."
And he walked away.
That left me a bit shocked. I went back to my house and started cleaning the living room. That took hours. When I finished it was 4 in afternoon. Had an omelette. And thought what to do next. I observed my house. Sunlight came only in the morning. By 12 O clock it became dark. It was type of soothing for me because I hate to much of brightness. I realised that it's 7 already. So I dressed up and left to have some dinner. Came back and wrote to you D. Tired again.
Later D.
PS: It will take a little while for me to call it a home.
August 3
I woke up as usual late. I visited the balcony and puked. Part of balcony was covered with blood and I saw 3 dead pigeons. Their neck and body were awfully shaped. Didn't know what to do about that. I didn't felt like evening watching it. I guess they broke their neck while fighting. I took another look and rushed to the bathroom to throw up.
Somehow managed to clean up. Later received a call from my new job that I have to report on 13th of August.
Went for a walk in the evening. Nothing much eventful happened. Not much to say.
Later D.
PS: I think this 'PS' has become part of you and me.
August 4
Had a terrible sleep last night. Some nightmares. All hazy. Cannot remember them. I think I need to have some company. So went out to the other floor to meet some people. Only one word can describe them - "Lunatic"
I mean who shuts the door on your face.
"Hey I am.... " BANG!!
Crazy people.
Spend the evening at house only. This place gives me chills. It's like someone's out there watching me all the time. And when I remember about the pigeons it gives me chills.
People are weird. The place is weird. But thank god that I have got you.
Later D.
PS: Thinking of buying a new pet for a company.
August 5
I think there is something wrong with this house only. Couldn't sleep last night again. But I remember the nightmare. I am sitting at the corner of the room crying. Someone out there calling my name. I take off my shirt and find blood everywhere. I rip you apart D. Again I hear my name. This time I went to the place from where I was hearing the voice. Then I saw pair of eyes. And I woke up. Those eyes I cannot forget.
As soon as the sun came out, I got ready and left to seek another house. This house was full of negativity and I can't spend another day.
Returned later in the evening with a picture of God. Couldn't find a place to live.
When I spent night here I felt that someone is watching me. I have sweats all over me and I seriously hope I had company. So going to bed hoping to get a good sleep.
Later D.
PS: As I write to you I feel someone is watching us.
August 6
I woke up this morning and found blood on my sheet. Confused, I jumped from the bed to check upon myself. My legs, stomach everything seemed okay until a drop of blood fell on my forehead. As I slowly turned my face to look up I saw a face that I cannot remember. But I remember the eyes. The same one that I had dreamt about. My heart skipped a beat and I ran out of the house. I ran and ran and ran. I am never going back to that house. I thought of booking a hotel room but I realised that I got no money. In this strange city I had no friends to borrow from. I thought of returning and get some money to go back to my home.
I entered the house and instead of taking money I am writing to you because this time I don't think that someone is watching me. This time I am sure that it's the same pair of eyes behind my back. All I can sense is a shadow. My body is acting on its own. I am sweating. I can feel my heart breaking my ribs. I think if I stop writing I won't be able to write to you again. I wish someone would be with me. Not the shadow but someone. The caretaker's words are now full of meaning. I am thinking to run. But will it help. I am gonna stop now. I am crying now and I feel like I am bleeding. But I got no wounds. So how? I feel li
August 7