The words seemed to jump at him. Startled, he looked around himself.
Everything in the room had suddenly assumed gargantuan proportions and the eerie moonlight only seemed to add a sinister edge to the settings. The life sized portraits loomed large above him and gave the impression of having their stares fixed on him. The fluttering curtains had assumed a life of their own and their menacing shadows danced willfully on the walls.
His eyes fell on the tribal mask and the play of light around it . It appeared distorted beyond imagination and a loud scream escaped his mouth.
Running feet. The door being slammed open. And finally, a reassuring click.
"Piku !! How many times have I told you to switch on the lights before it is dark. And please stop fiddling with the magnifying glass."
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