They Should Have Changed The Room

We were on a work trip.

Riddhima and I were sharing the room.

15mins after checking in Riddhima came to me and said,

“You know what, I don’t like this hotel it is giving me a very weird vibe. Let’s change the hotel and go to the one on Park Street.”

“what rubbish! It’s perfectly fine. Plus everyone is staying here. It will be weird if just the two of us shifted.”

“No Pooja, really!” she tried to argue but I told her she was watching too much horror movies and needs to chill.

The day was uneventful, we went around the city, explored some restaurants. She was happy spending the day outside and delaying going back to the hotel.

Finally aswe came back, she again started with the whole let’s change the hotel drama. By that time I was super tired and having eaten so much was a bit drowsy. I told her to shut up and just go to sleep. 

Generally when we travel together we get a double bed (more comfortable) this time however there were twin beds, cribbing, I took the one near the wall.

Out of habit I woke up at around 3.30am only to be horrified to death. Riddhima was sitting straight on her bed with her long hair flipped in front. I froze and I don’t know for how long I was just lying there looking at her. She didn’t move all this while. After what seemed like an eternity I finally managed to call her out. She only responded when I screamed her name out.

I told her to go put on the lights, to which she refused. She wasn’t moving a centimeter when all this was happening. After repeatedly asking her I finally screamed at her again. This time however she agreed and went to put on the lights.  I took her to the next room where our other friends were staying and told her what had just happened, of which she had no memory of.

To this day I can vividly recall that image of her sitting with her hair in flipped in front and it send chills down my spine.

PS – we did change the room next day!