It was late misty night. That isolated house had few tungsten lights inside the rooms. Dark shaded walls had blurry paintings all around. A radio was playing jazz. He was in a corner of room, scared and uttering unclear words. His lips were shivering, trying to speak and sensing someone’s presence in that house. He has stayed in that house for a long time. Feel of unknown presence made him not able to survive shivering sensation. Those tungsten lights were intermittently fading off. He was looking at the next room to find out someone’s presence. He knew someone in that room is looking for him. He has no time to escape. He wanted to fly towards the main door and ran outside. But he can get followed in dark. Outside world is not safe though. The corner room has a good lock, doors are heavy, unbreakable. He decided to get inside that room. Once it’s locked he will not get caught by anybody. Safe and secured. But it’s not easy to reach that room passing the hall and room next to him. He squeezed behind the table, crawling down the floor. Suddenly the flower-pot kept on his right hand side of the table fell down scattering all around the floor. He threw himself off from the corner to midway of the room.
That room was even darker. Disarranged bed, partly broken walls and an old white PC box on a table. Books were scattered in the floor. He rushed towards the wall side, fled his hands in the air trying to beat something which was fast approaching to him. He continued with his wild gestures, hit the wall, screamed & cried. Suddenly the clock hung from the wall fell down and slashed into pieces. A cat prowls outside the windows with a weird cry. He ran towards the bed and sheltered under it covering his face completely. He slowly twisted his fingers from covering the face; his eyes were searching for someone. He suddenly felt the presence of someone who was lying beside him. He turned away from the bed and rushed towards the door to open.
A complete black out!
He saw a hand coming towards him from the door, clutched his neck and pushed him back. He was not able to free from those clenches. He got thrown out by that force and went straight his head hitting the wall. He grunted in loud noise, trembled with fear and pain. He closed his eyes, with more soreness, agony and distress he slewed through the wall. There was an iron pin grounded on the wall. Blood shredded throughout the wall, turning out the iron pin dark red. He lied down the floor, his left hand was shivering heavily and stopped after a while but still… his right hand was holding his neck.
-- Last few minutes of a man who was affected by Eisoptrophobia and Alien Hand syndrome.
Eisoptrophobia: Fear of your own reflection
Alien Hand syndrome: Neurological disorder that causes hand movement without being aware
That room was even darker. Disarranged bed, partly broken walls and an old white PC box on a table. Books were scattered in the floor. He rushed towards the wall side, fled his hands in the air trying to beat something which was fast approaching to him. He continued with his wild gestures, hit the wall, screamed & cried. Suddenly the clock hung from the wall fell down and slashed into pieces. A cat prowls outside the windows with a weird cry. He ran towards the bed and sheltered under it covering his face completely. He slowly twisted his fingers from covering the face; his eyes were searching for someone. He suddenly felt the presence of someone who was lying beside him. He turned away from the bed and rushed towards the door to open.
A complete black out!
He saw a hand coming towards him from the door, clutched his neck and pushed him back. He was not able to free from those clenches. He got thrown out by that force and went straight his head hitting the wall. He grunted in loud noise, trembled with fear and pain. He closed his eyes, with more soreness, agony and distress he slewed through the wall. There was an iron pin grounded on the wall. Blood shredded throughout the wall, turning out the iron pin dark red. He lied down the floor, his left hand was shivering heavily and stopped after a while but still… his right hand was holding his neck.
-- Last few minutes of a man who was affected by Eisoptrophobia and Alien Hand syndrome.
Eisoptrophobia: Fear of your own reflection
Alien Hand syndrome: Neurological disorder that causes hand movement without being aware
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