" DARK SHADOW"
It was late, almost midnight. I had some nice dinner cooked up by my mom for me and had finished watching my favorite TV show. I decided to call it a day as I was too tired due to my college reunion programme I attended earlier. After a tiring day if your cell-phone starts ringing just before you sleep, you are bound to get irritated. The same thing happened with me. Cursing under my breath, I saw who is it? It was Rohit Sahay, my batch mate. Not one of my close friend but a rather introvert guy who was fond of reading. Wondering why he called me so late, I received his call. “Hello” He almost blurted back at me from other side, “Hello, Rohit here! Yaar, something REALLY terrifying stuff has been happening to me. I don't know how to handle it. I'm getting too ahead of myself though, I don't know... I'm too frightened to care right now. Can you come up at my place tomorrow? Please, I cannot think of anyone else to call to as you are the closest thing I have whom I can call friend?” Sensing the trembling voice of Rohit, I answered him assuring “Sure Bro! I will be there!” Next Day, around 3 in the afternoon, I went to his place. It was at far end of the town. He welcomed me, introduced me to his mom and took me straight to his room. Closing the door carefully behind my back he sat in front of me and started narrating. “It all started a week ago. I was at a Shop-it-all type of store somewhere near the outside of Nagpur, off to some remote highway. My mom and dad decided to stop there after coming back from a short camping trip with the family. We were hungry and wanted to grab some snacks, God I regret why we stopped! After arriving there, we saw that it was a ‘All-in-one shop, and a moderately sized one at that. Walking inside, an comforting feeling dropped over me, when it’s hot outside and you step into a cool building and the rush of coolness hits you, that relaxing feeling! I looked around, examining all items including snacks, daily needs, clothes, books and somewhat odd-looking items. That's when I noticed that weird looking book. It looked like just another book that had a crazily ornate hard-cover. It had silver and gold lining with metallic designs on the face of it. For some reason, it began to draw me in, like I wanted it, and honestly, I kinda did. Afterall you don’t get such books online or in second hand book shops. I found the decoration on the front very cool due to the style of decoration which I can't really describe, just a kind of style that drew me in. I inspected the title of the book and it was titled “Andharachi Saawli” [Darkest Shadow/Shadow of the dark]. Just as I opened the book, I saw the page that usually contains name of the author was ripped off along with the index page. However, I was so much intrigued by the book and, having a love of creepy stuff like this, I decided to grab it and take it to the cashier. Little did I knew that touching it was a mistake. As soon as I grabbed it, it felt warm under my fingers (though AC was running in the shop) a slight feeling of unease, or fear, I'm not even sure, loomed over me. But I brushed it off! After about six seconds or so the feeling just ascended off me, or most of it at least because I still felt uneasy. I tried to ignore it and just figured it was hormones or the eerie feeling the shop had already given me to begin with. "Kaka (Uncle), How much for this? Is it second hand book or a fresh one? Any discount for this one?" I asked the cashier, arriving at the counter. "Beta, where did you find this one, it’s not in the store catalogue. You want that book, but it seems that some of the pages are torn. This is damaged item, Are you sure you want to buy it?" the cashier replied, a sound of only what I can describe as surprise in his voice. "Uhm... Yeah... but, that’s not a problem? I will pay full for that. Only 2 pages are missing anyways" Shopkeeper smiled it back, “One of my servants might have damaged it, sorry beta, don’t worry, I will give you a discount! Pay me half price only." cashier smiled back, handing over book to me. "Oh, okay, thanks," I smiled, happy but confused for his generosity. "Bye-bye, have a nice journey, may you reach home safely”, the cashier said on my way out, or at least that's what I think he said. The words were strange, but who cares though? I had my book and I was pretty excited to get to reading. I haven't read a good thrilling book in a while, and this was only half priced so, hey, what's not to be excited about. We got home and I had some tasty dinner. Mom cooks the best. Sometime around 8:00 P.M I decided to start reading my newest find, “Andharachi Saawli” . I grabbed it off my nightstand next to my bed like a hungry kid in a sweet shop. I pried it open and began to read. It had the thick smell of ink to match the parchment yellowish paper. The text was on old curvy styled letters, but readable, so I didn't mind. The book was actually pretty cool and interesting. It was about a woman who had been drowned in a bathroom after her husband found out she had an affair with her husband’s cousin. The man cuts off the light while his wife was washing their 12 month old baby in the tub, reason being his wife was afraid of the dark. Man drowns the woman in the tub, and then proceeded to drown the baby. Due to the guilt and realization of what he had done, he shuts off all the lights in the home as he is hallucinating his dead wife and daughter all over the place; he slits his throat and bleeds out. That's all I've read so far and that day after, I never dared to touch the book.” Once Rohit finished, I looked to him confused, and I asked, “Rohit, you called me all the way from my house to narrate that story? Are you serious?” Rohit gazed back, this time with a frightened look in his eyes, “No, that’s just the prologue, yaar!” he went on, “Once I finished I look at the clock. 12:42 A.M. I decided get some sleep. I kept the book up on the nightstand, hoping the book would make my room more decorative. I turned my mini-lamp off and my room was flooded with pitch blackness. For some reason, I began to feel insecure, like something was watching me from across my room. I tried to brush it off thinking of it as effect of reading the scary book. I closed my eyes and tried to shake off the feeling. I figured I was feeling this way because I read a scary book until 12:42 A.M. It wasn't really a good idea but I was just so drawn to this book that I almost couldn't put it down. My eyes had adjusted to the blackness of the room and now I could make out object in my room like my bookshelf, my desk, and computer. I could see the outline of my sliding closet door also. Then something caught my eye! The book on my shelf was producing a shadow that stretched to the roof of my room. I don't know how, as my room windows were completely covered by the shades, so there was absolutely no source of light shining through the window. There was no light source at all, yet the book had a shadow growing out of it. I could tell because this shadow was once shade darker than darkness in rest of the room. As I stared at it, I realized it looked like the shadow of a human. I guess I just had set the book oddly on my nightstand... that's all...” Rohit was narrating his experience too linearly and it took me a while to absorb meaning of his words. Absorbing meaning of his words, realization hit me regarding what he saw, and hairs on my neck stood straight. Rohit went on, with a fright looming in his voice now, “It moved…… The shadow moved! I held still, petrified. I swear it moved! There was not a doubt in my mind that made me think it didn’t. It looked like a woman with long hair. I was scared stiff. The shadows head slowly jerked sideways, as if looking at me in a two dimensional form. I turned in my bed, scared that it was clearly aware I was there. I closed my eyes and did not open them. Nothing happened and late night, somehow I fell asleep, due to exhaustion. The next morning the day went through normally. It was a Sunday so I didn't do much. I decided to give the book another shot. I grabbed it from off my desk and tried to read. I couldn’t set it down. I kept seeing the woman jerking her head towards me over and over in my mind, and I couldn’t set the book down. Eventually dinner came, I don’t know how. What I ate doesn’t really matter so I’m not going to go into detail about it. I decided to get sleep early tonight. Reading the book didn’t sound like a very good idea, so I didn’t do it. I turned the light off and pitch blackness flooded the room again. Nothing wrong had happened this time, I thought. Assuming that yesterday night I imagined things, I laughed at myself. Once my eyes had adjusted, my laugh chocked in my throat as I saw the shadow once again! Oh God, I thought, I don’t want to do this again. Suddenly, there was a faint sound coming from outside of my room. I listened harder, and it sounded like a baby crying. I looked up to see the shadow... but it was gone. I felt relieved. Thought that it must have been my imagination the whole time, how easily we are satisfied aren’t we? A false sense of security always relaxes us. Laughing at myself for my stupidity I decided to go to bathroom as whole episode had scared me. I opened the door of the bathroom and saw the scene that is burnt back in my memory. A woman’s shadow was rising out of the ground, its head facing towards the floor. Thoughts were blurting through my head, I stood there frozen, unable to move. My brain was sending me warnings to run, but somehow my body did not respond. Then the shadow jerked its head towards me. I couldn’t move. Slowly an unearthly figure materialized out of shadow. I was watching dumb-stuck. It’s empty, lifeless eyes, pierced into mine. Its face was inflated hideously due to being submerged in water. The baby was crying louder and louder, as that woman came closer. Her lips separated in a grin. Through all the fear I realized that the grin is unnaturally broad and terrifying. “Do you want to hold my baby?” She asked in a multi-pitched, demonic-like voice. Though her lips were moving, the words were coming from distance and almost muffled. Her movement forward emitted a sound like nothing you’d ever expect. It was the sound that would emit like if you get glitches in some sound record or you hear scratched portion of CD while it’s still playing. My paralysis broke off as if someone splashed cold water on my face. I regained my movement, ran to my room, grabbed the book and ran for my life past the bathroom. I ran to our kitchen and grabbed matchbox and paper out of the junk drawer. I threw the book in the stainless steel sink (that way I wouldn’t burn down the house.) I lit the paper on fire and threw the book on it as paper would burn the paper. A feeling of joy washed over me, I had overcome this nightmare. This should do it, I thought. I felt kind of proud. I really hope this would get read of the ghost or nightmare I was facing. However, my joy was short lived. Without warning, the sink blasted on, full power. It put the fire out almost instantly. I cried in grief. I picked up the book, it was merely blackened up at corners, and otherwise it was perfectly intact. With trembling hands i opened it up, only... the pages were blank now. Confused, I flipped through the pages until I came across one that had eerie symbols and scribbling all over, with one line prominently standing out. “You shouldn’t have done that, Rohit!” Full of fear and rage, I ran outside in the night calling up my mom and dad. When they found me outside in garden I almost peed my pants. Looking back at the house, I saw the woman grinning hideously at me through the window, watching me through her empty eye sockets. That’s when I fainted. I was hit by fever for one week and was admitted in hospital. For one week there were no visions or I did not see that girl. Then I returned home. No sign of the girl. No crying baby. It was quiet. I don’t know how they didn’t hear all the commotion. I went back to my room to go to sleep. I inspected the room and there was nothing out of the usual, especially no shadows anywhere. I felt a weight lifted off me, like this evil had been eradicated, or at least unbound from me. I smiled and went to sleep. Around midnight I went to bathroom again and switched the light and there she was sitting near the shower “You should not have done that Rohit!” Like a broken record she was repeating those lines over and over again. Somewhere a baby again started crying hysterically. I lost my conscious.” Rohit finished his narration and gazed to me. “This happened day before yesterday!” Cold sweat trickled down my neck as I sat there petrified. Absorbing the dread in his narration I asked him almost in a croak “Where do I fit in all this Rohit?” He almost broke down in tears “Yaar, Bachale mujhe! (Save me!) I will die seeing all this. I could not sleep last night. It’s like her shadow follows me everywhere, I hear baby crying when I am near bathrooms. Mai Marr jaunga Kuch Kar mere bhai. (I Will die do something, help me out!) Thinking as rationally as I can I replied, “Look Rohit, you tried to burn it but the water put out the flames, what if we tear it to pieces and drown it in your house well in backyard? That will get you rid of that book. Since the woman drowned in water, it must make her spirit weak and maybe she cannot scare you back.” For first time I saw a hint of smile on Rohit’s face. “Saale dimag hai tujhe! Kya logic nikala hai (Wow dude, you are clever, that’s some nice logical explaination). Lets shred that stupid book to pieces and drown it.” We proceeded to Rohit’s room, took that book off his book-shelf (for some strange reason, it felt warm under my fingertips). We went to his garage, took out the lawnmower and fed the book to it. The lawnmower made strange noises, sputtered smoke but nonetheless shredded the books to pieces along with its thick ornamented cover. We wrapped the pieces of book in one big newspaper and drowned it in well in Rohit’s backyard. We were relieved and I assured Rohit that now no one will bother him. I also asked him to call me back if anything happens. One week went by. Next Sunday I decided to meet up Rohit. He drove to my house over his brand new Pulsar 150 and asked me that he was going to market area to do some heavy duty shopping. “Awesome, maybe I can get some of my stuff as well!” I said enthusiastically. Rohit smiled back and smiled. “Come on let’s go.” We both got on his bike and drove off in pleasant evening. We turned down the street and drove down the road to the main market area. In between we had a patch of fields and open space. Looking at the green fields full of waving crop I was having a pleasant smile on my face. And that’s when something caught my eye. There was a well in the field besides one cottage, and right behind it... SHE was standing! The woman that Rohit described was standing in a freaky, crippled-looking position, her head cocked almost completely sideways, smiling at me. I held in my breath and made some uncomfortable movement. Rohit looked back while driving, confused. “Abee saale marwaega kya? Dhang se baith (Hey dude, be steady, or else we might have an accident) My phone buzzed. I almost jumped, with my heart pounding. Rohit looked back again “Abee, relax. It’s just your phone. Must be your Mom! Tell Aunty we will have dinner outside and come late around 11” I sighed and replied, “Yeah, sure.” We were almost near a road crossing. I looked at the phone, it was an unknown number, and I hit the answer call button. “Hello?” I said. Then my blood ran cold. At the other side of the line, I heard a distinct female voice rasp in a distorted hideous tone, “You shouldn’t have done that, Aamod!"! I grabbed the shoulder of Rohit, and said “Rohit, it’s her!” He looked back at my terrified eyes. Up front on road a Truck honked loudly and its breaks screeched as it hit the Motorcycle in full speed, and over the phone a baby started crying!
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It was late, almost midnight. I had some nice dinner cooked up by my mom for me and had finished watching my favorite TV show. I decided to call it a day as I was too tired due to my college reunion programme I attended earlier. After a tiring day if your cell-phone starts ringing just before you sleep, you are bound to get irritated. The same thing happened with me. Cursing under my breath, I saw who is it? It was Rohit Sahay, my batch mate. Not one of my close friend but a rather introvert guy who was fond of reading. Wondering why he called me so late, I received his call. “Hello” He almost blurted back at me from other side, “Hello, Rohit here! Yaar, something REALLY terrifying stuff has been happening to me. I don't know how to handle it. I'm getting too ahead of myself though, I don't know... I'm too frightened to care right now. Can you come up at my place tomorrow? Please, I cannot think of anyone else to call to as you are the closest thing I have whom I can call friend?” Sensing the trembling voice of Rohit, I answered him assuring “Sure Bro! I will be there!” Next Day, around 3 in the afternoon, I went to his place. It was at far end of the town. He welcomed me, introduced me to his mom and took me straight to his room. Closing the door carefully behind my back he sat in front of me and started narrating. “It all started a week ago. I was at a Shop-it-all type of store somewhere near the outside of Nagpur, off to some remote highway. My mom and dad decided to stop there after coming back from a short camping trip with the family. We were hungry and wanted to grab some snacks, God I regret why we stopped! After arriving there, we saw that it was a ‘All-in-one shop, and a moderately sized one at that. Walking inside, an comforting feeling dropped over me, when it’s hot outside and you step into a cool building and the rush of coolness hits you, that relaxing feeling! I looked around, examining all items including snacks, daily needs, clothes, books and somewhat odd-looking items. That's when I noticed that weird looking book. It looked like just another book that had a crazily ornate hard-cover. It had silver and gold lining with metallic designs on the face of it. For some reason, it began to draw me in, like I wanted it, and honestly, I kinda did. Afterall you don’t get such books online or in second hand book shops. I found the decoration on the front very cool due to the style of decoration which I can't really describe, just a kind of style that drew me in. I inspected the title of the book and it was titled “Andharachi Saawli” [Darkest Shadow/Shadow of the dark]. Just as I opened the book, I saw the page that usually contains name of the author was ripped off along with the index page. However, I was so much intrigued by the book and, having a love of creepy stuff like this, I decided to grab it and take it to the cashier. Little did I knew that touching it was a mistake. As soon as I grabbed it, it felt warm under my fingers (though AC was running in the shop) a slight feeling of unease, or fear, I'm not even sure, loomed over me. But I brushed it off! After about six seconds or so the feeling just ascended off me, or most of it at least because I still felt uneasy. I tried to ignore it and just figured it was hormones or the eerie feeling the shop had already given me to begin with. "Kaka (Uncle), How much for this? Is it second hand book or a fresh one? Any discount for this one?" I asked the cashier, arriving at the counter. "Beta, where did you find this one, it’s not in the store catalogue. You want that book, but it seems that some of the pages are torn. This is damaged item, Are you sure you want to buy it?" the cashier replied, a sound of only what I can describe as surprise in his voice. "Uhm... Yeah... but, that’s not a problem? I will pay full for that. Only 2 pages are missing anyways" Shopkeeper smiled it back, “One of my servants might have damaged it, sorry beta, don’t worry, I will give you a discount! Pay me half price only." cashier smiled back, handing over book to me. "Oh, okay, thanks," I smiled, happy but confused for his generosity. "Bye-bye, have a nice journey, may you reach home safely”, the cashier said on my way out, or at least that's what I think he said. The words were strange, but who cares though? I had my book and I was pretty excited to get to reading. I haven't read a good thrilling book in a while, and this was only half priced so, hey, what's not to be excited about. We got home and I had some tasty dinner. Mom cooks the best. Sometime around 8:00 P.M I decided to start reading my newest find, “Andharachi Saawli” . I grabbed it off my nightstand next to my bed like a hungry kid in a sweet shop. I pried it open and began to read. It had the thick smell of ink to match the parchment yellowish paper. The text was on old curvy styled letters, but readable, so I didn't mind. The book was actually pretty cool and interesting. It was about a woman who had been drowned in a bathroom after her husband found out she had an affair with her husband’s cousin. The man cuts off the light while his wife was washing their 12 month old baby in the tub, reason being his wife was afraid of the dark. Man drowns the woman in the tub, and then proceeded to drown the baby. Due to the guilt and realization of what he had done, he shuts off all the lights in the home as he is hallucinating his dead wife and daughter all over the place; he slits his throat and bleeds out. That's all I've read so far and that day after, I never dared to touch the book.” Once Rohit finished, I looked to him confused, and I asked, “Rohit, you called me all the way from my house to narrate that story? Are you serious?” Rohit gazed back, this time with a frightened look in his eyes, “No, that’s just the prologue, yaar!” he went on, “Once I finished I look at the clock. 12:42 A.M. I decided get some sleep. I kept the book up on the nightstand, hoping the book would make my room more decorative. I turned my mini-lamp off and my room was flooded with pitch blackness. For some reason, I began to feel insecure, like something was watching me from across my room. I tried to brush it off thinking of it as effect of reading the scary book. I closed my eyes and tried to shake off the feeling. I figured I was feeling this way because I read a scary book until 12:42 A.M. It wasn't really a good idea but I was just so drawn to this book that I almost couldn't put it down. My eyes had adjusted to the blackness of the room and now I could make out object in my room like my bookshelf, my desk, and computer. I could see the outline of my sliding closet door also. Then something caught my eye! The book on my shelf was producing a shadow that stretched to the roof of my room. I don't know how, as my room windows were completely covered by the shades, so there was absolutely no source of light shining through the window. There was no light source at all, yet the book had a shadow growing out of it. I could tell because this shadow was once shade darker than darkness in rest of the room. As I stared at it, I realized it looked like the shadow of a human. I guess I just had set the book oddly on my nightstand... that's all...” Rohit was narrating his experience too linearly and it took me a while to absorb meaning of his words. Absorbing meaning of his words, realization hit me regarding what he saw, and hairs on my neck stood straight. Rohit went on, with a fright looming in his voice now, “It moved…… The shadow moved! I held still, petrified. I swear it moved! There was not a doubt in my mind that made me think it didn’t. It looked like a woman with long hair. I was scared stiff. The shadows head slowly jerked sideways, as if looking at me in a two dimensional form. I turned in my bed, scared that it was clearly aware I was there. I closed my eyes and did not open them. Nothing happened and late night, somehow I fell asleep, due to exhaustion. The next morning the day went through normally. It was a Sunday so I didn't do much. I decided to give the book another shot. I grabbed it from off my desk and tried to read. I couldn’t set it down. I kept seeing the woman jerking her head towards me over and over in my mind, and I couldn’t set the book down. Eventually dinner came, I don’t know how. What I ate doesn’t really matter so I’m not going to go into detail about it. I decided to get sleep early tonight. Reading the book didn’t sound like a very good idea, so I didn’t do it. I turned the light off and pitch blackness flooded the room again. Nothing wrong had happened this time, I thought. Assuming that yesterday night I imagined things, I laughed at myself. Once my eyes had adjusted, my laugh chocked in my throat as I saw the shadow once again! Oh God, I thought, I don’t want to do this again. Suddenly, there was a faint sound coming from outside of my room. I listened harder, and it sounded like a baby crying. I looked up to see the shadow... but it was gone. I felt relieved. Thought that it must have been my imagination the whole time, how easily we are satisfied aren’t we? A false sense of security always relaxes us. Laughing at myself for my stupidity I decided to go to bathroom as whole episode had scared me. I opened the door of the bathroom and saw the scene that is burnt back in my memory. A woman’s shadow was rising out of the ground, its head facing towards the floor. Thoughts were blurting through my head, I stood there frozen, unable to move. My brain was sending me warnings to run, but somehow my body did not respond. Then the shadow jerked its head towards me. I couldn’t move. Slowly an unearthly figure materialized out of shadow. I was watching dumb-stuck. It’s empty, lifeless eyes, pierced into mine. Its face was inflated hideously due to being submerged in water. The baby was crying louder and louder, as that woman came closer. Her lips separated in a grin. Through all the fear I realized that the grin is unnaturally broad and terrifying. “Do you want to hold my baby?” She asked in a multi-pitched, demonic-like voice. Though her lips were moving, the words were coming from distance and almost muffled. Her movement forward emitted a sound like nothing you’d ever expect. It was the sound that would emit like if you get glitches in some sound record or you hear scratched portion of CD while it’s still playing. My paralysis broke off as if someone splashed cold water on my face. I regained my movement, ran to my room, grabbed the book and ran for my life past the bathroom. I ran to our kitchen and grabbed matchbox and paper out of the junk drawer. I threw the book in the stainless steel sink (that way I wouldn’t burn down the house.) I lit the paper on fire and threw the book on it as paper would burn the paper. A feeling of joy washed over me, I had overcome this nightmare. This should do it, I thought. I felt kind of proud. I really hope this would get read of the ghost or nightmare I was facing. However, my joy was short lived. Without warning, the sink blasted on, full power. It put the fire out almost instantly. I cried in grief. I picked up the book, it was merely blackened up at corners, and otherwise it was perfectly intact. With trembling hands i opened it up, only... the pages were blank now. Confused, I flipped through the pages until I came across one that had eerie symbols and scribbling all over, with one line prominently standing out. “You shouldn’t have done that, Rohit!” Full of fear and rage, I ran outside in the night calling up my mom and dad. When they found me outside in garden I almost peed my pants. Looking back at the house, I saw the woman grinning hideously at me through the window, watching me through her empty eye sockets. That’s when I fainted. I was hit by fever for one week and was admitted in hospital. For one week there were no visions or I did not see that girl. Then I returned home. No sign of the girl. No crying baby. It was quiet. I don’t know how they didn’t hear all the commotion. I went back to my room to go to sleep. I inspected the room and there was nothing out of the usual, especially no shadows anywhere. I felt a weight lifted off me, like this evil had been eradicated, or at least unbound from me. I smiled and went to sleep. Around midnight I went to bathroom again and switched the light and there she was sitting near the shower “You should not have done that Rohit!” Like a broken record she was repeating those lines over and over again. Somewhere a baby again started crying hysterically. I lost my conscious.” Rohit finished his narration and gazed to me. “This happened day before yesterday!” Cold sweat trickled down my neck as I sat there petrified. Absorbing the dread in his narration I asked him almost in a croak “Where do I fit in all this Rohit?” He almost broke down in tears “Yaar, Bachale mujhe! (Save me!) I will die seeing all this. I could not sleep last night. It’s like her shadow follows me everywhere, I hear baby crying when I am near bathrooms. Mai Marr jaunga Kuch Kar mere bhai. (I Will die do something, help me out!) Thinking as rationally as I can I replied, “Look Rohit, you tried to burn it but the water put out the flames, what if we tear it to pieces and drown it in your house well in backyard? That will get you rid of that book. Since the woman drowned in water, it must make her spirit weak and maybe she cannot scare you back.” For first time I saw a hint of smile on Rohit’s face. “Saale dimag hai tujhe! Kya logic nikala hai (Wow dude, you are clever, that’s some nice logical explaination). Lets shred that stupid book to pieces and drown it.” We proceeded to Rohit’s room, took that book off his book-shelf (for some strange reason, it felt warm under my fingertips). We went to his garage, took out the lawnmower and fed the book to it. The lawnmower made strange noises, sputtered smoke but nonetheless shredded the books to pieces along with its thick ornamented cover. We wrapped the pieces of book in one big newspaper and drowned it in well in Rohit’s backyard. We were relieved and I assured Rohit that now no one will bother him. I also asked him to call me back if anything happens. One week went by. Next Sunday I decided to meet up Rohit. He drove to my house over his brand new Pulsar 150 and asked me that he was going to market area to do some heavy duty shopping. “Awesome, maybe I can get some of my stuff as well!” I said enthusiastically. Rohit smiled back and smiled. “Come on let’s go.” We both got on his bike and drove off in pleasant evening. We turned down the street and drove down the road to the main market area. In between we had a patch of fields and open space. Looking at the green fields full of waving crop I was having a pleasant smile on my face. And that’s when something caught my eye. There was a well in the field besides one cottage, and right behind it... SHE was standing! The woman that Rohit described was standing in a freaky, crippled-looking position, her head cocked almost completely sideways, smiling at me. I held in my breath and made some uncomfortable movement. Rohit looked back while driving, confused. “Abee saale marwaega kya? Dhang se baith (Hey dude, be steady, or else we might have an accident) My phone buzzed. I almost jumped, with my heart pounding. Rohit looked back again “Abee, relax. It’s just your phone. Must be your Mom! Tell Aunty we will have dinner outside and come late around 11” I sighed and replied, “Yeah, sure.” We were almost near a road crossing. I looked at the phone, it was an unknown number, and I hit the answer call button. “Hello?” I said. Then my blood ran cold. At the other side of the line, I heard a distinct female voice rasp in a distorted hideous tone, “You shouldn’t have done that, Aamod!"! I grabbed the shoulder of Rohit, and said “Rohit, it’s her!” He looked back at my terrified eyes. Up front on road a Truck honked loudly and its breaks screeched as it hit the Motorcycle in full speed, and over the phone a baby started crying!PUBLISHED BY-OURHELLO.COM
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