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Beyond tangible evidence

 

                                            
Nobody would ever believe me on this. Not my friends, not my own family, not even you.  

Every single night at around 10:00 p.m. I would hear the sounds of the piano. It was feeble at first, then subtle and soft, next it was audible and gradually it reached a stage where it became unbearably deafening.

I had been reporting the same in the society office for months but no actions had been taken. I even tried to ask other neighbours for help, but in vain.

One day I decided that I had had enough. My board exams were approaching and the tension in the air was already enough. The disturbing music only made things worse.

Determined, I got up to leave and marched up the stairs, stomping angrily at the poor floor.

It didn’t take too long to figure which apartment the sounds came from. Instinctively, I held my phone in front of me such that as I pressed the red ‘record’ button, the door of the apartment and the flat number plate were in focus.

Satisfied with my own work I headed for the society office once again. This time though, my confidence was on the next level altogether. Why wouldn’t it? I had evidence.

Tangible, undeniable, factual evidence nobody could ever question.

I shared the video clip with the society secretary as he asked me to and stood outside the office while he watched it.
When he returned, his eyes were filled with more horror than concern.

“Miss Brown?”

“Yes?”

“You admit having shot this clip?”

“Yes” I replied emphatically and added,

“The noises are disturbing, for real. I would be beyond grateful if you could get that fixed. Please.”

The secretary looked perplexed now.

“I think you shall be more concerned about the visuals of this than the sounds though” he said with that same horror on his face.

What I saw next in the video took away all the colour from my face forever.
It was a video of me standing in front of the door of the noisy apartment, screaming my lungs out and playing piano frantically, facing the camera.

You won’t trust me on this. My friends didn’t, neither did my family- Nobody ever will but I know it wasn’t me.

It wasn’t. Not me…

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  1. O.M.G that was horrifying but amazing at the same time!! I loved it :D

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    1. Thanks for reading, Aanshi :)
      Glad you liked it 😊

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  2. Omg...I got chills!!!!!!! That ending though....😱

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  3. Omggg!! The twist was amazing as always ✨✨✨

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  4. GOSH the ending gave me chills fr! Amazing job and your imagination>>>>
    Great jobb!!! <3

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  5. This really gave me goose bumps. The story is amazing Palavi.
    Keep up the great work !!!!!!

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