One night my mom fell ill. She had high fever so we decided to sleep bit earlier than the daily routine. We both share a room. As we lied down we both heard the sound of our doorbell. Although it was the same music but the sound was very low and sounded evil. It seemed as if the same bell was being rung at a farther distance. No one in the whole apartment has the bell similar to ours then what it actually was? We both were surprised to hear that sound.
Due to high fever mom was unable to sleep. Around at 1:00 am she again complaint of listening the same mysterious noise of the doorbell however this time I didn't hear it.
Just few days after I was lying to sleep when I saw someone sitting on a chair in the room. It had only a body and no face and was completely dark. I told in my one of the previous stories that I saw a face and no body resting at the bottom of my bed and this time it was only the body and no face.
The month of July started. It was dusk when I was studying in my room and listening the music on my phone and my mom was watching the television in the same room. I heard a sound, "Hello!" as you hear on a phone call on loudspeaker in the middle of the song. I first thought that by mistake I would have called someone while changing the song but it was not the case. Just few days later I again heard the same sound but this time I was alone at home.
Another night I was reading a story on this site. The room was dark and the only light in the room was due to my phone and from the corner of my eye I saw that a black shadow was running towards me. When I looked towards that side there was nothing.
After few weeks someone knocked my window violently. I never came to know about the reason but only saw a dark figure outside the room.
Just few days back this month my mother heard this strange mysterious "Hello!" sound.
poetry and art are immortal; continue to live from one generation to another in the form of books and memories scattered in different parts of the world. so if we really wish our beloved ones to be remembered for ages, it is far better to immortalize our love for them by either writing a poem, story or book on them. even if we get some statue erected for them, it will be broken by the ravages of time. however, the poem, story, or book will continue to exist; so will be their memory.
shakespeare immortalized friend; khushwant singh immortalized grandmother, and so did all the poets and writers by preserving the memories of their beloved ones in a piece of art.
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