402, Al Asmavi.

a li'l background on d protagonists of this piece:
402, Al-Asmavi. the apartment where it all happened.
me. i'm usually one who loves to watch horror movies. i do get scared. but i love them. and i'm fascinated by vampires, werewolves, supernatural phenomena. always. *any wonder i love halloween!?*
poo. my ex-account exec at hungama. a good personal fren. recently, my colleague on the dubai project. has an unnatural fondness for all dark things. horror movies, vampires, werewolves, mutants... u get the point?

circumstances: poo and i are sharing a room in our guest house. this, is a first for me. despite having lived away from home since 2000, i'd never shared a room with anybody. *other than V, of course! but he's not anybody, right?!* but i was okay with it. afterall, i'm really fond of poo. she's probably the sister i never had. in fact, i was almost relieved to know it was her.

situation I
:: it's 3 a.m. i am religiously working. poo's sleeping on the opposite side of the room. i've switched off the lights, so as to not disturb her sleep. *i am SO nice, na?!* d only light is that which my laptop emanates. suddenly, the woman sits up in her bed and says "hmm..." her waist-length straight hair on both her shoulders. *TRUST me this is scary!* she turns around, faces the wall. KNOCKS on it. looks back at me with a vacant look in her eyes.*like her soul had gone gallivanting* and lies down again.
it took ALL of my fondness for vampires to not scream out loud! or maybe, my heart skipped so many beats that i COULDN'T scream! i stared at her sleeping for a whole 15 mins after that! *no, didn't DARE wake her up!*
she, of course, did not recollect it the next morng.

situation II
:: it's weekend time! general chilled atmosphere at d apartment. poo's out of the shower after an hour. so i get in... love the hot hour-long shower. wonder why i'm not home where i can do this everyday. i step out of the shower. and chance to look into the wall-length mirror, which is covered with steam by now. it reads "YOU WILL DIE" in THREE effing places!

i had heard that nobody likes their boss... but YOU WILL DIE?! WHOA! and she still says she likes me. can u beat that!?

situation III
:: GPS *decent, god-fearing occupant of the other room* & poo are watching a movie outside. i'm chatting with V *told u, am a good gurl*. GPS comes banging on the door, rushes into the room and says "IF U HEAR ME SCREAMING PLZ COME TO HELP! PLZ?"
detailed investigations reveal that once the lights were off, poo started laughing. in fits. not d maniacal gabbar-type laugh. the soft, chuckling laugh, which kind of freezes ur blood flow? *GPS tends to be scared of horror films! LOL!*

p.s.: poo's a really sweet, good-natured, pretty gurl. this behaviour, though not fiction, is an aberration. she does, however walk & talk in her sleep. i hope. and yes, babes, i still love you.