Then as Andrew stood there, his corpse hanging from the ceiling started vomiting blood.

Sweat trickled down to Andrew’s eyes from his forehead, blurring his vision. His face was etched with every expression of fear, confusion, awe and trauma. He felt blood chill in his veins. He wanted to scream, but his stiffened vocal cords did not permit him to do so. He could hardly feel the presence of his body, or the hard floor beneath the soles of his feet, because the only existent thing for him at the moment was in front of him, and nothing, absolutely nothing, could make Andrew believe what his eyes made him see.

Andrew could not figure out how much time he had spent already standing this way. He was here, standing near the door which he had just opened to enter the room, but the problem was, as he could see, he was up there too, hanging from the ceiling by the rope wound tight around his neck, while blood gushed out violently through the gaping hole of his corpse’s mouth.

By human behaviour, an utter shock is often followed by steady acceptance of the situation. How so ever impossible it may seem, the same began to happen in case of Andrew presently. His traumatized body seemed to regain voluntary control. A part of his mind against all nagging, terrible thoughts began convincing him that nothing he is witnessing now is real, his imagination has carried him...