I have a strange feeling today, as I stride myself through the subway, there is a creepy looking girl that I see often in the mirror, jet black hairs with bloodshot eyes, she is pretty but very very pale.
As I see her every day, I am not scared anymore, I feel that she smiles at me so very subtly that the straight line on her face sometimes curved and quickly vanished to nothing as well. At first, I thought she was another girl living in the house that we shifted to.
I was in junior high at the Jason High school when we shifted to Nagpur, a small town in the depth of Karnataka. I had never wanted to leave the city and give up all the luxuries it provided. It was then I realized how much I missed my friends back in Bangalore. The countryside had muddy roads and…
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