1 The House – A Ghost Story
To buy the house in the flat, Aakash went over every corner. He liked the arrangement and convenient of every room and space of balcony. The house owner, Rajneeshbhai, was living in the same house nearby. Akash went in and told him that he liked the house and wants to buy it.
"That’s great, Mr. Aakash. Before you buy the house I want to clarify one thing." He said, after taking a sip of tea.
"Sure..."
"Six months before a rented family was living here. One woman had committed suicide by hanging herself. After that incident, that family moved away from here, since then the house has been closed."
"Rajneeshbhai, in everyone's house someone dies, and in that what's wrong with this house? Such a nice house like this is very difficult to get in this area. My decision to take this house is final..."
"All right, That’s good! Now I don’t have any problem, but it’s my responsibility to let you know about it."
"Yes, but Rajneeshbhai, I do not believe in any supernatural things..."
"Even though, it’s my duty to inform you. We have never opened the house after they were gone..."
Akash nodded and then asked, "Can we start organizing the goods from tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course! Whenever you feel right. Now the house is yours..." said with a formal smile.
Aakash smiled too and went out of the house. He pressed the switch of the lift, and said, "By the way, Rajniashbhai, thank you for calling the maid to clean the house!"
Rajneeshbhai’s face got pale hearing his words. Smile evaporated and seriousness climbed on his face.
"Tell her about the regular work of the house. My wife is 4 months pregnant."
"Which woman are you talking about?" He walked two steps ahead of the main door and asked seriously.
"Just now I was looking in every room, that lady in a white gown was cleaning the ceiling fan of the bedroom."
"Holy mother of God! I have not called any woman to clean the house." dots of perspiration exuded on his forehead.
"What…?” Aakash shocked, “…then who was cleaning the cc-eiling fan…? W-was that dead woman’s….” as he said… a screeching throaty voice entered in their eardrum. The closed door opened an inch with creaking noise; both turned their head at the door in a slow motion. Terror was grinding inside their chest. From an inch opened door gap, a vulture eye of the dead woman was staring and grinning at them. Her dreadful face was covered with disheveled dark hair. She shrieked in a throaty voice, “I LIVEEE HEREEEE…!! STAAAAY AWAAAAAY…!!”
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2 - Late night crime…
“Wow, son…! In an early morning, the car service is going on, eh? That’s good…!" Father smiled in a surprised tone.
"Y-Yes dad….", he fleetly covered the headlight by spreading a wet mop on it and concealed the terrible mistake he’d done yesterday night.
His pupils turned in the corner of the eyes and looked at him to confirm that dad’s eyes hadn’t caught the blood on the headlight. Dad went away yawning.
Yesterday night, while returning from friend’s party, by mistaken he had collided the car to an old man and drove over him. He stopped the car and looked into the mirror. That old man was dead at the moment and his car’s right front tire was dribbling with blood. He got terrified! He accelerated the car immediately and ran away. Thinking this…. He shook his head to get away from that thought….
He poured the whole bucket of water on the headlight and immediately wiped the frozen blood by the mop. He looked around to confirmed that nobody seen clotted blood goes into the drain! His heart was throbbing just by thinking that what if someone would find out my crime? Was there any CCTV??
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3 - Blue ticks!
"I miss you brother...!" she messaged with heart-shape emojis.
"Aww…! Out of the blue how come you remembered me? Filthy-toothy!" he sent laughing mockery emojis to make her irritate.
She crushed her teeth in a mild anger, and typed, "Terrible stench from the factory made me remind of you, farter!!" she sent a heap of laughing emojis to revenge for her mockery.
"Hahaha… it's not funny…" he sent a rolling eyes emoji.
"Really, your stinking fart comes till here, Gobar Gas!” she sent a heap of laughing emojis.
He sent angry red face emojis with blowing steam from the nose and immediately gone offline.
Five minutes later, she sent a message, "Sorry Bhaiya... I was just Kidding... don’t be sulky…" sent a sad face emoji.
Half an hour later, she got really worried when her apologizing message did not get blue ticks.
She called him 2-3 times and sent a voice message, even though he didn’t pick-up the calls.
Four minutes later the call came from his phone number.
An unknown person said in a fearful voice, “Hello, this is a number of this guy named, Rohit. He has just hit by a car while crossing the road. If you are a relative or a friend, please come to Sanjeev Hospital immediately!! He has admitted in the emergency room there. Get out immediately...! He is in a serious condition...!"
Her heartbeat skipped and mind wasn’t ready to accept what she has just heard…!!
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4 - Regret : A True Story
Unconsciously I opened my eyes and looked beside at digital clock.
“Oh my God…!! 6:02 AM…!! Maths tuition class…!! Oh NO…!! Today I gonna be late for sure…!!”
I quickly flung the blanket and hurriedly got dressed. I packed my bag and grabbed the Activa’s key.
‘Tuition must have started now… Oh God!’ my mind was chattering and I was feeling panicky.
While riding my Activa to tuition classes I encountered a newspaper hawker taking turn on the road. He had all the newspapers on the carrier of his bicycle; he stopped the bicycle to let me pass first. As he applied the brakes, all his bundle of newspapers fell and scattered on the road.
As I observed it, my fingers went on to press the break, but my mind ordered, ‘You are getting late…! Accelerate…!!’
I accelerated my Activa and looked into my side mirror glass. That man was collecting all the scattered newspapers on the road.
Halfway through I realized I should’ve helped him back.
My heart was saying: ‘Go back and help him, you idiot!’, but –
My mind was forcing: ‘You are getting late!’
Between the battle of both, mind prevailed!
I reached to the tuition classes and what do I see?
The teacher had not come!
That very moment I felt like going back to help that person or just say sorry to him, but till then it was too late.
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Writer - Parth Toroneel
I have written “Slice of Life: Collection of 51 Micro tales” and “Wedding anniversary and other short stories” – you can purchase it if you love reading the short tales and short stories… E-books are available on Amazon Kindle.
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