Having read ‘Frankly Spooking’: an anthology of spooky tales, this one’s an attempt at writing something spooky, a bit of which is inspired by a true event.
He came back home, sweating profusely, on a cold winter night…at loss of words…baffled!
His wife, his daughter, his son asked him what the matter was. Still shivering with fear… he couldn’t say a word.
He couldn’t sleep that night. Nor could his family.
Next afternoon, he picked up courage to share the incident with his family. What was about to come, no one had a clue.
“Just when I was passing the Hailey Road stretch of Connaught Place, a man asked for lift from me. It was pitch dark, and not a vehicle could be seen. So, I agreed to drop him home.
I interacted with him on the way. Asked about him and what he does.
Soon we were outside his house. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. I was shocked.
He had asked me to pull over outside a burnt house. I enquired if this is the place he had wanted me to stop?
He nodded. Things were beginning to become strange.
Frightened, I questioned, “But this is burnt?”
To which he calmly said, “So am I…”
Saying this he passed through the closed door.
I froze. I wanted to rush from there, but just couldn’t move. I gathered strength and drove as fast as I could.
That man was Dead! He was a Dead Man! I mean a spirit…wandering…
Maybe he got burnt along with the house. Maybe his other family members were also there…searching for something. Wandering!”
When he finished, his family was standing horror stuck, gasping, open-mouthed. They hadn’t quite come to terms with the story. Just then, they heard creaking of a door, as if something was making them aware of its presence…