Man and Mouse Game

Midnight 12 A.M. Deep sleep. Dreams with a couple of Kollywood and Hollywood actresses. Suddenly, I wake up hearing some sound. No, not A.R. Rahman's songs or Sivamani's beats. Someone hitting hard on some piece of metal. I console myself and consider it to be a part of my dreams. I cover my head with the bedspread. I try to sleep again. 5 minutes later, I hear the noise again.

I look at the clock. Five minutes past midnight. Creepy time to be awake. Haunting memories of old horror movies fill my mind. I'm scared. There comes the noise again. I switch on the lights, assuming the LIGHT would ward off evil spirits.The noise stops. I heave a sigh of relief and switch off the lights. But lo, the noise starts again. Now, its real scary. I decide to call folks at home. With detective instincts, I try to find out the source of the sound. With the easiest of exams(pun intended), two days later, I need to catch up on some sleep. I try real hard, and trace the source to my study table. It was a metal table which had enough space, and two drawers. It was like someone hitting on the door, of one of the drawers of the table. I take my mobile phone to get some light. I cast light on the table. The sound stops.

I go back to sleep again. I try very hard to disbelieve the fact, that it is some ghost or even worse, a kollywood actress without makeup. The noise continues all night. I tell my folks at home about it, the next morning. No sleep. My eyes were all red. Red as in "Ajith" in the movie "Red". I sleep for hours. But, there's no sound. Again, night time. Well and good. No sound. I'm happy and back to my usual dream mode. Midnight again. The same sound continues. This time, I decide to crack the mystery. Without sleep, I think of all alternatives. The sound continues. But, no ideas.

The next morning, I ask dad to check my table. Though, I'm fearless, I asked him to do it for safety purposes. My safety, obviously. My dad opens the door of the table's lower drawer. I had kept, important papers(newspapers), photographs of my favourite actors and actresses and most importantly, some of my books. They were all in pieces. As if, they had been passed through some shredder. I open my mouth wide in disbelief. Definitely, the work of a "Kolli Vaai Pisasu". My dad opens the table's drawer loacated at the top. He closes it and opens it again. He does so for four to five times. Thats when something jumped out from inside the table, stucking its head outside the table drawer. I was not wearing glasses then. With difficulty, I find my glasses and stare at the creature.

I take two steps backwards. I turn back. I run helter-skelter. "Eeeeeeeek!!!! Mouse!! Moushe!!". My dad decides to stop the menace. He ties its neck with a piece of string and throws it on the road. It runs its way to safety. My dad congratulates me for my fearlessness. The mouse had bit the wire of my old computer mouse into two pieces. Pretty hungry mouse. Good thing, it did not bite me elsewhere when I was asleep.

Thus, with the traits of Alfred Hitchcock, I wind up this thriller-terror-horror story of mine. I'm sure it'll be a box office hit. I'm looking for the cast though. I'd like to play the fearless youngster who's afraid of mice in the film, all by myself. No dialogues. Only action. And yet, another post blabbing about some mouse-nonsense and the interesting anecdotes from the meeting of mouse and man. er.. Boy.. er.. Youngster.. Er.. Youth. Whatever.