That was a new house. Apartment totally looked beautiful. As it was a weekend, I decided to host a party by inviting 8 of my colleagues. Everyone agreed with joy. I went little early to make arrangements. Even that was a first visit of mine to the flat. Everything set, drinks were above the threshold. Party was rocking, and the time flew. Everyone started to leave as it was almost 3:00 A.M. I went down to give them sendoff. While coming up i noticed that the lift was out of service. I felt frustrated as i need to go to the 7th floor. I took staircase. I was feeling drowzy as the drink was working. I reached my flat. My hand raised and i was continuously ringing the bell, then i realized that no one was inside and with a smile over my stupidity on my face, I was about to push the door. Then a voice came from inside,”Come in! The door is open”. I was surprised to hear that. I entered asking who was it? There was no response. When I entered inside the bottles were on the floor and they were completely broken into pieces. I was observing them in dilemma then i heard a fierce tone yelling “I hate drinking drinking in my house” and when i raised my head in search of that voice, I saw the last bottle on the table hit the ground and broke into pieces. That was the hardest thing to for me to digest then. I ran out of the house and i never returned. Till today that voice haunts me sometimes in dreams…!
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