13B and after

13B - nice movie. Probably one of the few good horror movies (not only Indian-made) and decently scary. Tears come to my eyes atleast once for every movie I watch, however I cried many times while watching 13B - maybe I couldn't stand the emotion. Infact, I glanced over my shoulder quite a few times too in the theatre, to make sure nobody was behind me. But that was just being ME than anything to do with the movie. I had gone for the second-show (10.30pm to 1.15am) yesterday and this was partially the reason why I found the movie so scary. Another reason is that during the interval I told the story of "Shutter" to my friends. I (and so do many others) regard Shutter as one of the best horror movies ever made and the movie gives me goosebumps every time I even think of it - but this makes for an entirely new story which I shall publish sometime later.

For now, after the movie I went to the parking lot to get my car. I was still a little scared but not too much. And soon I was out on the road - the long, straight road that I loved, especially in the nights. It was one of the straights that helped me heavily set my fastest times.

But this time, I was alone in the car and I was scared. I kept glancing into the rear-view mirror to see if there was "someone" in the rear seat. I was scared to even play the radio as it was (0130 am, you should understand if you have watched the movie). But I decided to play music at high volume hoping that would distract me a bit. But it didn't work and I cursed myself for having trained myself not to get distracted by music. Infact, I used to study with loud music playing in my room and I could sleep like a log in the class even with all the noise. But yesterday night, I regretted it all. My concentration hadn't shifted 'one inch' from the "someone" sitting in the rear seat. I tried even harder - I tried singing along but this turned out to be a bigger failure. Having never concentrated on music, I didn't know even one word.

There was a little traffic on the road and never before had I felt so happy to see traffic. Infact, I was even happy to see a traffic constable. :)

Then I thought I would use SPEED to my help. Once I cross a certain speed limit, my concentration on the road increases heavily. So, I tried speeding upto 90 but this turned out to be worse as, with all the glancings into the rear-view mirror I was losing control of the car. I needed to act quick.

I so wished someone was with me. Then struck the brainwave - I could call someone. This was sure to distract me. Although I was firmly against talking on the phone while driving, I decided to make an exception for once. And anyway I could keep the phone on loudspeaker - so not much harm done. So I called one of my closest friends, who I was sure wouldn't be asleep then. I was so happy when she said "Hi" but her voice was very low. So, I told her I was driving and that the call was on loudspeaker. But she cut the call. I tried twice more and same response, she murmered something and cut the call. Then I got a message from her asking me to message her what the matter was. Then it dawned on me. I had tried to call a GIRL. No one else would be dumb enough to ask someone who said he was driving to message her.

But I had succeeded, finally. My thoughts shifted to girls and then the next obvious stop was - my Blog. I decided to write a post on the blog (which is the one, you are currently reading) and all my thoughts shifted over to the blog instead of the "someone" sitting in the rear seat. And I wasn't scared as much anymore. Soon I reached home.

Once I got to the lift, I didn't dare to open it. (If you have seen 13B, you would understand why.) But the staircase was even darker. Besides, I am terribly lazy to climb 3 storeys. So I took the lift instead. I pressed 3 and was so happy to find it move. The lift climbed to first floor and continued on towards second floor. Midway, I suddenly found dried blood on the part of the floor facing the lift. NO. It was just pan which some idiot had spit. The lift continued on to third floor and I kept ringing the bell till my dad opened the door. Never was I so glad to see my family.

I quickly changed and went into my parent's bedroom and told my mom, even I would sleep in their room for the night. She asked me which movie I had gone for and I replied, "13B, it's a horror movie." She simply said, "I can see that."

SHIT, what a coward I'm. I still don't know why exactly I was so scared yesterday night. Even now, I'm writing this post at 9pm and am not scared to go back home alone. It was just between 1-3am of 09-Mar-09.