The Song That Got Struck

It was about this time of the year, my best guess would be July 2014, it was a Saturday night for sure and I was fortunate enough to be home alone and I had some stuff which I lifted from a party a few days back, I rolled and boomed, played my favorite Elvis song on my stereo, that thing surely knows how to please your mind and soul, as I laid down for a nap falling deep into my thoughts, there was a sudden knock at the door, I got up saw through the peephole, it was my friend whom I messaged an hour ago to come over.

So I let him in, walking towards my room thinking why hasn't he uttered a single word till now, anyway I ignored that, I was high enough not to care.We were not speaking to each other, we smoked up the last stache in the balcony listening to the same Elvis song, enjoying the wind when suddenly it started drizzling and the first time the lightning struck, my friend saw something, because he was terrified and I could see that on his face and he finally spoke something rather screamed "Did you see that? Right there at the top of that under-construction building" the guy was horrified and ran inside as if he saw some ghost. I tried stopping him but couldn't, so I looked up myself but didn't see anything I took that as a joke and went back in but as I turned around I guess I saw the same thing which made my friend ran back into to the house.

Well, it was just a flash, I suppose a dark human-shaped shadow, my heart did lose a beat but then concentrated on the song that was still on repeat and thought of taking care of my friend. I went back inside calling his name he didn't respond, I gave him a call on his phone, someone picked up, I asked where is he? There was no answer at first but then there was a scream rather a cry so loud and sad that I could feel the pain but then my friend or someone else said, "Come back to the balcony". I panicked and rushed back to the balcony looking up for my friend, he wasn't there but then it started raining heavily. Lightning struck again and I saw my friend standing at the top of the same under-construction building smiling at me.

I freaked out, ran inside and closed all the doors, had some water sat on the couch, then suddenly electricity went out, I thought it might be due to  rain or something else just like another horror movie, but that song was still  on and getting louder and louder, there was not one thing that was making sense to me, I tried to calm myself down, closed my eyes, laid back trying to have some kind of positive thoughts when at that very moment when I was making my self-understand that all this is just in my head someone maybe something tapped my shoulder, I resisted opening my eyes until the tapping was considerably hard and continuous, I opened my eyes but there was no one, slowly looked left and right, still no one, kept a strong heart and looked up, still didn't see anyone then looked in front again that flash or that dark human-shaped shadow a lot more clear and distinct this time, smiling at me just like my friend was smiling, standing on top of that building.That moment just flipped my mind upside down, the next second the shadow was gone, I rushed trying to unlock the main door when suddenly someone held one of my hands, pulled me back and smacked the back of my head and the last thing I could see before getting unconscious was a vague image of someone holding the vase which was kept in my living room.

Next morning I got up, frightened, the song wasn't on anymore, there was blood spilled all over the floor, I thought because of that hit last night, the vase was on the floor with blood on it too, so I was sure that all that was real, I looked up for  my phone as soon as I got it, I called my friend to ask him whether he is fine or not and what happened to him last night, he picked up the phone I asked him all kinds of questions then he told me that he never came to my place that night. He was home with his family. I completely lost my mind and hung up and checked my phone and saw that my message asking him to come over was never sent, there was no history of calling him last night. Slowly I walked up to the balcony breathing the fresh morning air I saw that the streets down are completely dry, "but it was raining last night" I told myself trying to make sense out of the moment, stressing my head, trying to remember everything possible. I noticed something which shook my soul, there was no under-construction building anywhere near to my place.

It's been a couple of years to this incident, I don't discuss it with anyone, but the thought of it still makes me wonder if it was real or not, still gives me goosebumps, I haven't lifted any kind of stuff from any party or anywhere since, I don't like to be home alone anymore and I haven't listened to that song ever since.

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