Adri realised this as soon as he entered—a cult film that had survived the years and was appreciated to this day. He also saw that the film was nearing its end. He better hurry. The projector was very loud, the whirring even louder than the sound of the film itself. It was projecting on a ragged, half devastated screen, not watchable by any standards. But a curse was a curse. He walked down the aisle to the screen and turned around so he could see the entire hall. It was full. Dead men, women, and children watched the movie silently. They had burned to their deaths; their scars had not gone; they were disfigured, some of them burnt to the bone; their clothes charred and black, indistinct from whatever was left of their skin; their eyes glittered like cold jewels, the screen reflecting in them, blank. Everyone was silent, their eyes glued to the film. They would’ve been like statues if not for the slight movements and occasional shuffling. ‘Am I in any danger?’ You’ve been in similar places before.
