Mystery Story

This is story when i was studying graduation and residing in hostel. Day time was good we all spent nice time in our college all sorts of enjoyments fun and thrill we did. But these fun and thrills slows down till evening and becomes the silence of death at night. No one remains awake after 11 pm. Many stories of hearing a scream in the middle of the night and noise of rushing of people barefooted were noticed by senior students...so it was an occasion of diwali to which everyone went to their homes. It was me and my friend who left due to some reasons. The night of diwali was awesome as me and my friend vikas use to put crackers and light them inside dormitory baathrooms.. to the exitement the crackers explode aftersome time...and hence giving goosebumps.on the another night after the festival again covered the dead silence...Me and my friend after eating the meal lay on the bed and in few minutes felt asleep. After some time when i opened my eyes the time was 2:45

Fear of mirrors (and this confession consists of the word 'washroom' quite a lot of times, if you people want to make fun of it just for some likes, go ahead) Whenever i am awake at night, thinking about stuff, i just wish i dont get the urge to go to the washroom. i dont want to ! not because of the scary-half lit corridors (with enough light to show you every corner and every shadow, but not enough to cover up the fears), not because of the thought of spending two minutes in a small room (the washroom) which is said to be the home of djinns and all sorts of evil creatures, and not because when i will come back to bed in the darkness, i could find another person sleeping here. but because of the few seconds i will have to spend washing my hands on the wash basin in front of the mirror. i am suffering from 'fear of mirrors'. I dont know when it started, but it has completely taken over my mind now. even in broad daylight i dont want to see a mirror. many peop