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my chandramukhi story: everyone in my hostel had watched, but my mom wouldn& #39;t allow me. uncle got tired of my complaining and took me to konark theatre to watch it, after i promised that i won& #39;t be scared.
as soon as the opening credits started showing the stuffed animals in the mansion i was done lmaoooo.
sat on my uncle& #39;s lap and watched the movie fucking terrified
sat on my uncle& #39;s lap and watched the movie fucking terrified
the scene where ganga& #39;s sister in law goes to search for her, and you hear the sound of the gajjalu behind coming after her.
my heart stopped bro. i screamed and uncle gave me a mottikaya
my heart stopped bro. i screamed and uncle gave me a mottikaya
that summer i was taking maths tuition, and some of the kids told me that they knew chandramukhi& #39;s number. so we went to coin dabba phone and dialled. i think it was tuition classmate& #39;s elder siblings scamming us because i heard heavy breathing and got scared.
it gave me nightmares for a few days. mother& #39;s mom suggested i recite hanuman chalisa before sleeping. father& #39;s mom suggested i read bible before sleeping. uncle mocked me endlessly. after summer got over, i went back to hostel and started a rumour about a haunted doll. the end.
oh not the end. just want to say the haunted doll story i cooked up was ripped off from the movie "ammo bomma" which in turn was a rip off from the "chucky" movies.
rumour spread like wildfire. one day classmate came with a junior& #39;s doll & said it was trying to choke him in his sleep. he was only one extra fellow, and i was even more extra. so i got down on my knees, prayed for the spirit inside the doll and exorcised it. the end.
