A series of unforeseen events that have truly and really occurred in Spacebar office, in an alternative universe. As narrated by Rohan Saxena.<\/p>\n
I was sitting alone at work typing away at my PC. The guys had already left. Alpana had asked me to close up shop before leaving. Briefly, I entertained the thought of taking a smoke in the office\u00a0but shook my head brushing aside the thought. Damn! I was bored but this work needed to be done. What a bad time to quit smoking I thought to myself. After a few minutes, it suddenly hit my head. Whoa, it\u2019s my last week here how long has it been 6 months a year? A feeling of nostalgia sprung inside me and I remembered all the fun times here at Spacebar.<\/p>\n
The noisy creak of the door opening woke me from my reverie and I glanced at the office entrance. It was partially open. Weird I thought to myself, the wind isn\u2019t that strong today. Shrugging, I got back to working on my article. The title was how to improve bowel movement. Gosh, I thought what\u2019s with people and their obsession with bowel movement these days and smirked. I got down to writing\u00a0and wrote an excellent piece on how yogurt assists digestion even for lactose intolerant people.<\/p>\n
Just as I finished I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck. Instantly my hair prickled up and I got goose-bumps. \u201cWhat the fuck!\u201d I exclaimed, looked around and saw nobody was there. What was that I wondered a breeze\u2026? I had my doubts so I got up and checked the bathroom. No sign of anything. I closed the door to the office and sat down to continue my work. Now, I was having difficulty concentrating. Goddamn! I cursed.<\/p>\n
Then I heard a match being lit and noticed someone in the far corner of the office. A face was briefly lit by the glow of the match. I couldn\u2019t believe my eyes. It was her! She gazed at me with a look filled with no emotion. Just staring nonchalantly with an enigmatic smile on her lips, I tried to speak but speak but no words came out. I felt a rush of emotions pleasure, sorrow, regret and finally fear. A cold fear when I realized that she could not be real.<\/p>\n
She spoke then \u201cWhat\u2019s up Rohan care to join me?\u201d offering me the cigarette. The faint odour of tobacco filled the air. The pervasive smell which I had previously liked sickened me now. She walked towards me slowly, surely, looking bewildered. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you?\u201d She asked \u201cIt\u2019s not like you to say no to a smoke\u201d Suddenly I remembered why I\u2019d quit smoking 6 months ago, painful memories emerged which had been repressed. She was standing right next to me and I felt terror engulf me. She puffed on the cigarette and blew on my face.<\/p>\n
The world became a haze, and then suddenly I was engulfed in pitch black darkness. I woke up sweating. A friend shot a concerned look at me and asked if I was ok. After I regained my wits I replied, \u201cDude that stash was insane!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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