This looks like fun!
All Ray
wanted was to have some fun. Little did she know that what began as a harmless
midnight adventure would soon end up being the most terrifying night of her
life.
Shuttling
back and forth between the States and whichever obscure Indian town her civil
servant father was transferred to, Atreya ‘Ray’ Sen’s life has always been on
the move. When she comes down to sleepy old Visakhapatnam and befriends Mira,
Ray hopes she could be a successful means of whiling away her summer. When Mira
invites her to a late-night adventure with Mira’s boyfriend and his pals, Ray
jumps at the chance for some excitement. When one of the boys suggests they
take a detour to one of Vizag’s most famous haunted houses, the night takes a
turn for the dark. The spirit of a mean old man seems to be following them,
killing them off one by one.
A
near-death experience reveals to Ray that she is the only one who can bring
peace to him. Now, Ray must race against time to find a way to save her family
and friends, or else the once-peaceful town of Vizag would witness a bloodbath
like never before.
An old
Victorian mansion with a dark history … a spirit with a vengeance … a girl with no
memory of her past …
Will Ray
be able to stop the killings in time? Or will she be left with no friends and
no family yet again?
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Real Life Incident that inspired Insincerely Yours
In the words of Stephen King, we make up horrors to
cope with the real ones. But what if the horrors written are a part of reality?
What if the tale is written not just as fiction, but as a memoir to the
unexplained that occurred years ago, yet bears fresh imprints in mind?
When I sat down to write this story, I had to
resurrect memories from my college days, from that fateful night, when my friends
and I had decided to have our own little late-night adventure. Back then, we
were just stupid college freshmen who didn’t have a care in the world, who
would go lengths for cheap thrills from the world of the supernatural. Here, I
bring you the real-life story that inspired me to write Insincerely
Yours.
Our night started on the cliché note of being cold
and stormy. We had found our source for horror stories: our friend Vishnu.
Vishnu would always keep us at the edge of our seats with his storytelling, and
that evening was no different. We had assembled in a circle around him, drinks
in our hands, when he started telling us about the legendary haunted house that
stood proud just off the path to the beach in Vizag. As the story goes, the
house belonged to a retired colonel and his family. They kept to themselves,
but the neighbors often complained of yelling and fighting coming in the
evenings. One night, the house fell silent, and the neighbors saw an eerie glow
emanate from the windowpanes. When they went over in the morning to check, they
found that the Colonel’s family had disappeared overnight. The house was still
as is, sans the family that had once lived in it. Nobody knows where they went,
and the watchman claimed he never saw anyone leave the house. Their mysterious
disappearance gave rise to the stories that the house is haunted.
Scoffing
at his words, my friends and I decided to check it out for ourselves. So off we
went, Shreya, Swetank, Vishnu and I, on a drunken midnight visit to the famous
haunted house. The house had a sinister look to it, with the front lawn
stretching before us, coated with dried grass, exactly how I chose to describe
in the book. Inside, the house looked like someone had lived here years ago,
and had suddenly just chosen to walk out. The place oozed with a cold vibe, and
I wasn’t the only one who felt it. We decided to explore the house a little,
and each room creeped us out a little more than the next. Most of the
belongings of the house had turned to debris owing to a cyclone that had
wreaked havoc in Vizag a year ago, but there was one room that had managed to
stay intact. Intrigued, we stepped in bravely, and immediately, we felt
helpless. It was like the place had sucked the happiness out of our lives as a
blanket of depression descended on us. We saw muddy footprints going towards
the bathroom, and opened the door to find the room painted in vantablack, the
darkest color known to humanity, often the sign of evil. The room started
feeling like it was sucking the energy out of us, slowly as it grew. Swetank,
being the most sensible of us, insisted we get some fresh air at the balcony we
had seen on our way into the room. At the balcony, we felt the sudden weight
the room had given us lift off us, and we slowly relaxed into conversation. In
the entire time we were in that house, I kept getting this feeling that someone
was watching us. As we were talking, I felt something move from the corner of
my eye, and turned towards the balcony door, where I saw five shadows. Four was
of us standing in the balcony, but one was coming from inside the house. As I
turned around quickly to see if anyone else had noticed, I saw Swetank looking
pale as a sheet. We saw the shadow stay for a few seconds, and it suddenly
disappeared, vanishing. At this point, Swetank and I ushered the other two out
of the house, and made a run for it. All we knew was that the old Victorian
mansion housed something that was pure evil, so dark that even one hour in that
place had left us feeling soulless for days after. Swetank and I promised then
and there that we would never meddle with forces outside of our control ever
again, but as you all know, promises are meant to be broken.
About the Author:
Manasi Singh is a lawyer, graduated from one of the top law schools in India in 2019. Lawyer by day and reader by night, Manasi always had a lot of stories to share, which she did by publishing short stories and articles in newspapers, magazines and journals. In 2019, she began writing short snippets on social media under the name “The Vanilla Writer”, shortly after which she published her first novel “As Fates Would Have It”, which was received warmly by readers of all ages. Manasi is a firm believer in art and creativity not being restrained in any way, which is why she writes short stories, fiction novels, screenplays for short films, and much more.
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