Well, looks like I’m stepping into a new adventure! 😊 I’ve tried storytelling before, but this is my first time taking part in a story relay like this.
A big thank you to Savio Paes for passing the baton my way. I hope I can add a little twist, a dash of suspense, and perhaps a few surprises to this story.
So, without further ado, let’s see where this little adventure takes us.
The Rules of the Storytelling Challenge
Read the previous chapter, add your own continuation, nominate the next blogger, and link them up so the story can keep rolling!
No overthinking and no resetting the story. Just pick up where the last blogger left off and let your imagination take over.
Story Time! 🎭📖
And that evening, as the housewarming party continued, nobody seemed particularly bothered by the lack of curtains. If anything, it became yet another reason to tease Arjun about his new home.
The party was in full swing. Everyone was enjoying the food, the drinks, and the spectacular view from the balcony.
“Honestly, this place is gorgeous,” Rhea said, looking around. “I still can’t believe you managed to get an apartment on the forty-fourth floor.”
“Look at that view! You can see the whole city from here,” Rohan added.
We stepped out onto the balcony, admiring the lights twinkling across the neighbouring towers.
“I bet the view is even more beautiful on a clear night,” Ketan said, looking out at the city lights.
“Must be quite a sight,” Rohan replied.
“Of course! Forty-four floors up, a beautiful apartment, and the entire city lit up below you. You’re one lucky guy!” Kabir laughed.
“Absolutely,” Meera added. “I’d never leave this place.”
We were still teasing Arjun when Rhea suddenly suggested taking a group photograph.
She placed her phone on the balcony railing and set the timer.
Seven friends, one spectacular view, and a perfectly respectable housewarming party. Rhea clicked two or three pictures of us.
We were laughing and having a good time when we decided to check how the pictures had turned out.
“Wait. Who’s that?” Rhea suddenly asked.
We all leaned closer.
Inside the living room, standing near the dining table, was a man.
He was waving at the camera.
“Probably a reflection,” someone suggested.
But when we checked the next photograph, he was there too.
Only this time, he had a strange, almost frightening look on his face.
In the third photograph, he was standing right behind us.
We turned around.
Nobody was there.
There were only the seven of us.
To be continued…🦋
Choosing just one blogger for this challenge wasn’t easy, especially when there are so many wonderful writers around. I’m passing the baton to Lalitha, https://theloopylululog.blog, whose wonderful sense of humour and knack for adding a witty twist to just about anything make her the perfect person to take this story forward. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with! 😊
If for some reason the nominated person cannot follow through, feel free to choose another.
Here is the original story: https://theextraaamile.wordpress.com/2026/10/30/story-time/
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Until The Next Whisper,
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
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