My ideal genre to write a book would be horror. While reading books of this genre, the sky was the limit for my imagination. I always wondered if I had to work on the same storyline, what other parts I would include, how I would bend the story to give it my touch, and a lot of jump-scares.
This is an actual incident that happened in 2016. This is the story of my cousin who went through this spine-chilling incident. During his first year of under graduation, he used to share a flat with four other friends in Mumbai. They lived in a 3-BHK apartment on the 13th floor of the Deepak Jyoti building. One night, one of his friends woke up around 3 am. After waking up, his friend could not sleep, so he thought of going over to the nearest railway station for some tea and snacks.
They used to sleep in two rooms and kept their third room as a storage and gaming place. Both the rooms were jam-packed that night, so his friend went to the gaming room to change after returning. While changing, he looked at the window and felt like someone was staring at him. He noticed a feminine shape gazing inside his soul; it felt like she was smiling at him. He was so scared that he ran back to his room, where others were sleeping. He started to wake them up by shaking them by their shoulders, when my cousin came from another room and stopped him. My brother asked him in a concerned tone about what was wrong. He mumbled that a woman in the gaming room was gazing at him through the window. My cousin took his friend to the gaming room and turned paled. Trembling in fear, he questioned, "This woman?"
When he spotted the same female standing there, both gasped with fear. The room was deafeningly silent, and no one dared to speak for the next ten minutes. One of my brother's friends, Piyush, eventually gathered the courage to question, "Aren’t you Mrs. Sarita?" alluding to the landlord's wife. The woman, on the other hand, remained silent and disappeared without a trace. They left the apartment and spent the remaining night at the vada pav stall near the Kala Chowki station since they were all very terrified. They decided to leave the flat immediately.
My brother and his friends grabbed their things from the apartment the next day and discovered from the watchman that the property was haunted since the landlord's first wife committed suicide there.
This story would be the base of my book, with a lot of turns and twists that would grasp the reader till the end. Thriller stories are fun to read and loved by readers of all ages. People are fond of storylines that trick their minds and subtly force them to make their timeline. If I ever get to write a book, I am affirmative that this story would definitely find its place in the heart and minds of readers and would be enjoyed by all.
