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Red Partying at my uncle’s on the occasion of Diwali has always been one of the things I can’t even think about not doing even for a single year. It has always been great fun (and yeah, it's a blast, pun lovers). The journey back from my uncle’s village is rather tiresome, with no means of transport available, but a fit person like me wouldn’t mind it. One such year I was returning home along the deserted “path”, if it could be called one. The sun was squashed against the horizon, which reminded me of the tomato prank Uncle played on Aunt. Spotting a hotel, I headed for my night’s stay. “All rooms are occupied, sir.” Said the manager. “All?!”, I was surprised, “there usually aren’t much visitors to these parts!” “This season there are lots of them-“ My eyes suddenly fell on the lone key hanging among the hooks on wall. “There’s probably one room left.” I said, smiling, and pointed at it. “But sir! That room beside the store is haunted-“ “Haunted?" I asked, slipping a ₹1000 note into his hand. “Take me there now, will you?” Haunted, indeed! Chaps these days… using such cheap means to get more money. *** A sound woke me up. Not a sound, to be specific. A melody. Someone playing a violin beautifully, although in the middle of the night. The music was charming. Whoever he or she was, must be experienced. It lasted around 15 minutes, and stopped rather abruptly. Curious as I was, I got up and put my ear on the door. No sound. I peered through the keyhole. The room was completely red, as if spray-painted, with a shelf and a couple pieces of furniture, all bright red. I could see no one there. Still wondering about the strange preferences and fashion of artists, I laid down on my bed and immediately fell asleep. *** The morning began with the rooster’s cry. I packed my belongings and walked up the stairs to check out. As I handed the keys to the manager, I was reminded of the night’s incident. “Does anyone live in the store room?” I have never seen such a response to such a simple question. He turned pale, and his jaw dropped open. “Y-You didn’t go to the s-store, did you?” He stuttered. “Why?” I asked, grinning. “In the room there’s a ghost of a violin player, isn’t there?” “Y-Yes… and that too with blood red eyes.”

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-1181 -40 more to reach previous record.

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Yes! 50?

37 665 It's been more than 4 years now and we are slightly above 30 000 which was predicted to be reached in 2 years.

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So lovers are druggers?

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-1109 I don't want to lose the title of 'the one' to an ordinary mult below. Hope it's a player. :ph34r:

I have a soy milk product above me!

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-1111 I am the one. Don't weigh a ton. Don't need a gun to get respect upon the street.

-1110 ^I can hear you singing "I am the one"... Did you know there are 1111 topics in News And Announcements?

-1109 I am calling 911. I can't bear this negativity.