Ghost With A Laptop

“Om Tryabakam Yajasmahe Sugandhim Pushti Vardhanam

Urvaarukamiva Bandhanaan Mrutyormukshiya Maamrutaat.”

He went on repeating it several times. He had lost count as he sat there with closed eyes. His index finger had started to ache.

Suddenly the room became cold. There was no AC in the room. He had not put on the fan because of the candle. But, there was a chill.

He opened his eyes. The darkness had gone darker.

He had never felt so cold in this room.

“Hello, friend, are you there?” He thought his voice was shivering.

No response.

“Are you there, my friend?”

Still no answer.

“Answer me, friend.”

He felt a tug on his finger.

A cold fear gripped Pinky’s heart.

He could see the faint outline of the board in the light from his partially covered mobile, his finger shaking uncontrollably.

Pinky wanted to remove his finger, but it wouldn’t move. It had stuck to the board. He tried to scream, but the sound choked in his throat. He thought of running out of the room, but he remained on the bed as if paralyzed.