"The Room in the Tower". Long ago, there lived a man. This young man had a recurring nightmare. In the dream, the young man was always visiting a school friend of his, Jai Kishan Shirke. The friend's house is grim and silent.
Unexpectedly, the man had to stay the night at Jai's house, due to a thunderstorm. So, his friend's mother, Mrs. Shirke offers the room in the tower to the young man. For some reason, the poor man is extremely scared of the room. In his dreams, he never sees the room. The young man had a friend named Karan Malhotra. Soon, the young man was to visit Karan's house. The young man was surprised at the remarkable resemblance of his dream and Karan's house. The only differences the man could see were the names and personalities of Karan and his family members.
However, the young man's visit was a pleasurable one, unlike his dreams. As a storm had started to gather outside by the evening Mrs. Malhotra said to the young man, "Jai shall take you to your room."
As soon as he heard this, he knew nothing good would come out of it. Inside the room, he found an old painting of a woman. "Let's move it out of the room," the man suggested to Karan.
The young man and his friend carried the painting out of the room. When they return they find blood on their hands. "Are you hurt?" Karan asks. It turned out that none of them had been hurt. They both went to bed unsettled.
During the night, the storm became worse. A strong thunder clap awoke the young man. The man found Mrs. Shirke's figure looming above him. The man jumped out of his bed in fright. In the darkness, he could hardly see a thing. Another thunder clap and the room was illuminated with a bright light. There, on the wall, hung the portrait of the old Mrs. Shirke, that had been taken out of the room earlier. It was old and moldy.
"I knew you would come," Mrs. Shirke said icily. "Tonight I shall feast upon you, then we shall feast together. " Mrs. Shirke began to walk towards him, the man was trembling. Somehow, he gathered all his strength and pushed the woman away. After that, he ran to Karan's room as fast as he could.
"Her," the man spoke in a shaky voice, "the woman from the portrait is in my room. The po… portrait is inside the room as well." The young man was as white as a sheet. Karan only laughed at his friend and said, "It must be a dream."
But Karan too had the same look on his face when he went inside his friend's room. The room had dirt all over the floor and a pungent smell had filled the room. Then, Karan and the man ran away from the house without looking back.