1. Read the passage carefully and answer the questions that follow.

The moment I stepped into the room, I heard shrieks of laughter. Suddenly I felt a chill down
my spine recalling the premonitions of my friend. I gathered all my courage, stopped for a
while and moved forward groping in the dark. As ill luck could have it! My phone had entirely
run out of battery by dusk. I remembered what my friend had said about the blood-curdling
incident. Thus, the trigger to face the eerie unknown had pushed me to end up with the
predicament. It had instilled into me a strange urge to explore the abandoned room in his
bungalow and ransack things to bring out the reality of the spooky nature of that room.
I had a match box with myself. However, I decided not to light it as the full moon was already
up in the sky sending glint of pleasant rays through the sides of the closed jammed wooden
windows. I could see my own hazy shadow in that faint light. I moved forward. The shrieks
became more distinct and broke into peals of laughter which echoed in the spacious room. I
dared to step towards a small door-like structure underneath the massive sculpture carved on
stone which was placed on a wooden stand. It felt like the laughter emanated from within the
sculpture. It was the sculpture of an angel. I could figure it out when I kept moving forward.
All of a sudden, I saw in the dark a shadow rushed towards the small door and vanished in no
time. The door closed on its own with a thud. I ran towards the door and found none. However,
the series of laughter continued in the same pattern, and more so it enraptured my whole being.
I had no strength to move. I felt a strange numbness in my body. I saw the angel carved on
stone lift her wings. The laughter ceased and it was replaced with a cry of pain. The angel lifted
her wings and tried to fly crazily. It seemed like the angel was desperately trying to free herself
from the age-old shackles of imprisonment. I cried and fainted on the spot. When I opened my
eyes, I saw my friend, Shailesh sitting beside me on my bed and the bedroom was already
basking in the fresh beaming rays of the daylight.
(a) Who is the narrator of the story?
(b) How many characters do you find in the story and who are they?
(c) Suggest a suitable title for the story.
(d) Describe in your own words the uncanny atmosphere drawn in the story.