It was now Anika's turn to tell a story after Nalini, Harsh, Vikash and Rohit all had enjoyed narrating a story.

Anika implored, " It's my turn now.

While in school I had a best friend Maheswata. She always used to doll-up herself pretty decently for each and every occasion. Being an only child, her parents allowed her the liberty and freedom to do anything at all.

I remember the day when she called up on a Saturday morning and said she would be picking me up from my house. I gladly agreed, getting bored with my Mother's wise words of wisdom that I should at least clean up my room once in a week and organize things.

When she came to my house, my mother's jaw almost dropped. She had been wearing a backless golden coloured dress, her hair was tied up neatly in a bun, and she was in high heels, quiet unlike me who was in casuals - a deep blue jeans and a long sleeved high-neck scarlet coloured top, my hair was left open, it was oily and greasy, and I did try to make a bun and it looked even worse .... a mess...a pigeon's coop to be precise and I had put on my sneakers.

So then where were we heading to??

An extremely noisy but warm well known cafe....

She had a date with someone named Karan and wanted me to accompany her, as she was scared to go alone. I had to watch from a distance ...so I occupied a seat just behind her on a table.

We waited....and waited ....and waited...for two long hours.

He was nowhere to be seen and that moron had switched off his phone.

We left the cafe finally and she dropped me back at home...

45minutes later....

Maheswata called me and she said coarsely, " Ani...I am so... so...scared ...s...s... someone is there in my house..my parents are out and I am alone. Please ...please come to my house". Her voice was trembling, she fumbled ...crying and sobbing.

I replied hastily, " Don't worry!! I'm on my way. I'll be there."

I again put on my clothes and informed my mother, she asked my elder brother to drop me at her house.

He agreed easily, we reached her house after some twenty minutes. I pressed the doorbell, she opened the door instantly and gave me a bear-hug. I was struggling to breathe, I felt as if the immense pressure exerted would crash my bones.

We three perched on the sofa and she whispered, " I ...I was in my room taking some selfies...here have a look", as she passed her phone in my hands.

Wait! What?? She called me up crying and sobbing to show me her selfies??

What could have gone wrong in broad daylight ??

Why did her eyes seem like buldging out in terror??

Why was she shaking like a leaf??

I silently look at the pics clicked...

The first one...there was something hazy black ... something like smoke near the door of the room where she had taken the selfie.

Then in all the remaining photos that blur seemed to be approaching her.

It no longer was like a small little black patch on the screen but something about the height of a person 5feet 9 inches or about 1.75 metres tall...

In the last snap, it looked like the shillhouette of a person standing so close that she could see ...that...that....thing take a snap with her.

She had squeezed her eyes shut and screamed the hell out and stood there frozen as a block of ice for a few minutes.

When she opened her eyes, there was nothing...nobody...

What the hell!!! This happened in broad daylight, when her room was filled with sunshine and it was just around lunch time in the afternoon.

My brother stared at the snaps very carefully for sometime and enquired, " so after that you called her up?"

She said almost choking, " yes, after that...I clutched my phone and ran out of my room. I called her up on my way downstairs to the living room."

We waited there till her mother returned home after paying a visit to her grandmother.

While I sat huddled, my brother went around the entire house searching for someone or something but returned clueless.

Well after this incident, she never again put on such clothes or even high heels. Now she looked like my twin sister with no make up, and only casuals.

She had put in great efforts in getting dressed that day, and it all had gone waste thanks to that moron, so she just wanted to keep some selfies but this incident had shaken her badly.

She shifted her belongings to the guest room leaving her room vacant and had to sleep with her mother, in her room to be able to sleep without having deadly nightmares.

The worst part, she never again agreed to take her own selfie, though we forced her in joining the group selfies.

That moron Mr. Karan neither called her nor apologized in any way.

But then...my brother had an alternative theory to this incident....

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