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Photo by Noah Silliman on Unsplash      Keerthi was twenty-two years old and she was a writer. She used to write stories, and articles under different blogs and sometimes she used to write for several news agencies. She was running a website on her own. In which she featured her stories and articles. She was quite famous among her circle of writers. She used to live in a one-bedroom flat in Coimbatore. Despite writing content and stories, she had great interest towards witchcraft and the existence of evil spirits. She has a dedicated room for her studies related to this stuff in her house. Not many people knew her interest towards demonic studies. But she had a friend who knew everything about her.       Bharath was a year younger than his friend Keerthi. They were so close that they knew everything about each other. Bharath was Keerthi’s college junior. Since that time, they have been close to each other. He was a writer too. While Keerthi used to write stories and articles, he used

        Hey, have you loved someone? Yes? No? Okay. Never mind. No one can say that I’ve never loved someone. That’s coz, it obvious that we all have somebody in our life whom we love the most. It can be anyone or anything. Yeah, we can fall in love with things too. I think you can relate to this anything part I said if you’ve seen the bitter part of love. Here the love I mean is the love towards someone who’s magical to our eyes. Beautiful isn’t it? Being with someone who makes us feel special, who never fails to call us magical, yeah. That’s a phase of something great filled with excess dopamine and ecstasy. Fortunately, these both have some limits and they’ll drain out after sometime. Have you ever felt like, “I don’t have the same feelings for her or him like I used to have when we started talking?” Ever? Thought like this? Yeah I’ve gone through the same dilemma. But you know what? Loving someone or loved by someone even when there is no more dopamine or ecstasy is damn amazing. I

     I sensed some strangeness with that site. So, to prevent my identity, especially my face, I covered the webcam with tape and proceeded by clicking the game link. A new window popped out as soon as I clicked the link, asking me to login. It wasn’t an actual login. It was just a temporary one for that particular session. The login portal asked for a username, gender and age. There was also a checkbox with the statement,      ‘I agree to your terms and conditions.’      I entered my username as “White goat”, gender as male, and age as 28 and clicked the checkbox to proceed further. It then took me back to the same dark desire portal where I saw a gif of a man with a whip and chop knife with a goat mask. But, this time, he was not there. Instead, a new chatbot opened at the lower left corner of the screen and he was there as the chatbot. To be continued… Please comment your opinion about this story and share if you like it.

    Fifteen minutes past twenty-three and I was still inside my room, standing beside the door with fear and hesitation. Circled deep inside with thoughts and memories of me and Sri together and happy. I then opened the door, expecting the coldest welcome. The power fired back as soon as I opened the door and heard some pops from behind no later the place was filled with colours and glitters.      ‘What the fish is happening here?’ I shouted as I saw Sri standing behind me with a huge smile and eyes wide open. Beside her, there was the woman whom I was afraid of.     ‘Surprise.’ They greeted in unison.

A kind note to all the readers, I request you to read the previous episodes before reading this episode.      The soothing music of the ‘Lost cause’ brought me back to my childhood. I was clouded with the thoughts of the day I met her. I was doing my undergrad in psychology. It was a fine sunny Monday morning and the clock was running forty minutes past nine. I was on a bus, going to a place where commoners would dare to go. After a twenty-minute ride on a bumpy road, I eventually reached the place. It was an asylum and I was there to visit a special person. A person who triggered my attention. I came to know about a patient, who killed her entire family. My thesis instructor asked me to pay a visit to that asylum and stay there for a while and make a detailed report about that woman. I was very much excited to hear such an interesting piece of news. It was my dream since childhood to go to an asylum and spend some time with the people who live there. I entered the asylum, going past

Kind attention to the readers, I request you to read the previous episodes before reading this if you are reading this story for the first time.   It was raining outside and I was sitting on my couch, clouded with the thoughts of the woman I had seen. My eyes were heavy, but that dream, it took my desire away from sleep. I decided to pass the upcoming three hours on my couch awaiting the dawn. With a huge sigh, I leaned over the pillow, with my eyes gazing over the portrait of Billie Eilish. ‘Who would hate such a woman?’ I said and continued to stare at her portrait that was hanging on the wall. I turned on my television for some music, I jumped to youtube. It was there on the screen, a playlist named Billie. I hit the play button to let a dose of drug flow through my ears. I immersed myself into her world through her songs with a great start from ‘No time to die’ to a slow dose of heaven called, ‘When the party’s over!’ I just lost myself in her voice which made me dumb enough