"you both losers are gonna lose a lot of money over your stupid bet," Rahul said while trying to control his laughter.
"Wait, buddy, you'll see in few minutes who is stupid," Amit said seriously.
"Just because we haven't seen something, doesn't mean it's not there." I said, "It just means that we haven't seen it." We were walking on a deserted dirt path, flanked with dense forest on both sides, on a moonless night. It was utterly dark, save for the lights coming from our torches.
"You both are being idiots. I guess many horror movies can make you superstitious. Better watch pogo from next time." Rahul mocked us.
"If there is a next time...." Amit mumbled something like that.
"If there is a next time...." Amit mumbled something like that.
We had walked 2 km away from the hotel in which we were staying in the nearest town. One of the hotel staff had told us about this "haunted" bungalow in which a family was murdered. He had said that sometimes during moonless nights people hear noises while walking on this road, some people even see a little girl playing near that place. But no one has dared to go inside that bungalow. Not even during the day. Not over a foolish bet. Not until that day.
"Looks like we've reached our destination," I could see the outline of a building about 100 metres in front of us.
"I'm not going inside that thing! I didn't think it would feel that scary" Amit said frantically. It did seem scary. As we walked near it, our lights revealed that the bungalow was surrounded by a wall with a half-opened rusted gate in front of us.
"Look, bro, we're out in the middle of nowhere. You can stay out if you want to but do you want to be alone out here. What would you do if a ghost attacked you?" Rahul grinned.
"We don't have to go inside that thing, you know," Amit said in a shaky voice."But I'll come with you if you go inside."
Without saying another word, Rahul walked inside the gate, with Amit and me moving behind him. The building seemed like it had been abandoned many years ago. The walls were covered with cracks. The windows were broken and shut, except one on the right side on the first floor. As we went near the door, we saw that it was locked, and it was in bad shape.
"Thank god it's locked! Now we can go back." I sighed.
"Wait and watch." Rahul went near the door, raised his right leg and kicked the door hard. His motion reminded me of Daya from CID. I laughed a bit despite being scared. Surprisingly, the lock broke, and the door opened.
"Come on guys! I will prove tonight that there are no such things as ghosts," Rahul said excitedly.
We entered the building. It was pretty big; it didn't seem that big from the outside. It was almost empty, save for few furniture lying in the hallway. There were a few rooms which were empty. We found a room behind the staircase with a closed door. Rahul tried to open it, but it didn't budge, it was stuck as if it was locked from the inside.
"Huh. That's not unusual; during winter doors can get stuck like that" Rahul tried to explain. "Come on, I think we're done with the ground floor, let's go up."
Though this explanation didn't fully satisfied Amit and me, we ignored it for our peace of mind.
Rahul started climbing the stairs.
"R...Rahul, I think we've seen enough. I admit that there are no ghosts. No point of going upstairs. Let's go back to the hotel. We're getting late!" Amit said in a trembling voice.
"What?...We aren't getting late! It'll take just 15 minutes more; then we'll go back."
With a resigned sigh, Amit and I followed him upstairs. There were three rooms on the 1st floor.
We went in the first room on the right. It was empty. We went to next room, and it was empty too. Nothing unusual happened.
The room on the extreme left was the one with the open window. This room, however, wasn't empty. As we went inside it, we saw a table in the centre of the chamber. It was spotless, with not even a dust particle on it. A book lay on the table. It looked new.
"What....what the hell is that?" This time, even Rahul seemed scared." Maybe some homeless person has been living here," He tried to explain, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice.
"Let's us go now! I'm not feeling good about this," Amit whispered.
"Yaa let's go, we've seen enough."
"Wait! It is the last fuck**g room. Let's just check out this book and then we'll leave quickly."
We went near the book. It was a sketchbook. Rahul picked it up and opened it. We all peered at it in the dim light of the torch. There were cartoons, painted on it, of a man, a woman and a little girl who held something which seemed like a book. All were smiling, and standing in front of the bungalow.
Rahul turned the page. It was the same painting except there was a tall, dark figure standing in the corner, away from the family. His face covered by a hood. His eyes were glowing.
Rahul turned the page again. The dark figure now stood behind the family. The family seemed unaware of it.
On the next page, both the man and woman were lying on the ground covered in blood, and the dark figure was standing in the same place with a saw in his hand. The little girl, with a horrified expression on her face, was running toward the front door.
With trembling hands, Rahul turned the page again. The dark figure was moving towards the front door. The little girl, with her tears running down her cheeks, was standing behind the open window of the same room in which we were standing right now.
On the last page, everything was dark as if it was night, and there were glowing eyes behind the window.
We were so scared that we didn't utter a single word. As soon as Rahul put the sketchbook back on the table, we heard a loud thud from downstairs. We froze. It was followed by a bang as if a door has been opened with force. It was followed by the sound of slow footsteps.
Tak.........Tak....
"come on guys we can use this window to get down," I said quickly "common let's go quickly we still have some time."
Tak
I ran towards the window. I looked down. It was impossible to climb down from there. Not enough time for the three of us to plan. But there was a branch of a big tree three metres on the left and 8 feet below. It would be a difficult jump but not impossible. I looked back. Amit was sitting on the ground, with his hands on his face and Rahul was screaming at him to come.
Tak
"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed "Come fast! Rahul just drag him here!"
Tak...... It was coming closer.
Rahul pulled Amit's hand, tried to drag him. But Amit was just frozen at his place. He didn't attempt to move at all.
Tak....any minute now
"Common! What a fuck!" I wanted to go help Rahul drag him. But I was scared. We didn't have enough time.
Tak.......There appeared the dark figure, with glowing eyes, on the door. Rahul froze at his place.
I jumped.
I caught the branch which prevented a few broken bones, and I got down from there. I started running.
I left my friends there to die. I'm a coward. I should have helped them. I should have died there with them. I regret my decision to this day. I wasn't supposed to live.
Their families don't even know what happened to them. They didn't know that we went on a trip. I feel like shit for not telling them.
But for the past few days, I'm having nightmares. I see the same scene, before I jump, in my dreams. In my dream, I change my mind, and I don't jump. I go in front of my friends to protect them. Just as the dark figure comes near me, I wake up.
Now I've started seeing things. Things in the shadows. Things from the corner of the eye. I hear things. I hear whispers as I type words on the keyboard. I haven't slept for three days.
I can't live like this. I have to go back asap to that place. I have to give closure to my friends, for my peace of mind. I'm leaving right now.
Please forgive me.
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"Thank god it's locked! Now we can go back." I sighed.
"Wait and watch." Rahul went near the door, raised his right leg and kicked the door hard. His motion reminded me of Daya from CID. I laughed a bit despite being scared. Surprisingly, the lock broke, and the door opened.
"Come on guys! I will prove tonight that there are no such things as ghosts," Rahul said excitedly.
We entered the building. It was pretty big; it didn't seem that big from the outside. It was almost empty, save for few furniture lying in the hallway. There were a few rooms which were empty. We found a room behind the staircase with a closed door. Rahul tried to open it, but it didn't budge, it was stuck as if it was locked from the inside.
"Huh. That's not unusual; during winter doors can get stuck like that" Rahul tried to explain. "Come on, I think we're done with the ground floor, let's go up."
Though this explanation didn't fully satisfied Amit and me, we ignored it for our peace of mind.
Rahul started climbing the stairs.
"R...Rahul, I think we've seen enough. I admit that there are no ghosts. No point of going upstairs. Let's go back to the hotel. We're getting late!" Amit said in a trembling voice.
"What?...We aren't getting late! It'll take just 15 minutes more; then we'll go back."
With a resigned sigh, Amit and I followed him upstairs. There were three rooms on the 1st floor.
We went in the first room on the right. It was empty. We went to next room, and it was empty too. Nothing unusual happened.
The room on the extreme left was the one with the open window. This room, however, wasn't empty. As we went inside it, we saw a table in the centre of the chamber. It was spotless, with not even a dust particle on it. A book lay on the table. It looked new.
"What....what the hell is that?" This time, even Rahul seemed scared." Maybe some homeless person has been living here," He tried to explain, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice.
"Let's us go now! I'm not feeling good about this," Amit whispered.
"Yaa let's go, we've seen enough."
"Wait! It is the last fuck**g room. Let's just check out this book and then we'll leave quickly."
We went near the book. It was a sketchbook. Rahul picked it up and opened it. We all peered at it in the dim light of the torch. There were cartoons, painted on it, of a man, a woman and a little girl who held something which seemed like a book. All were smiling, and standing in front of the bungalow.
Rahul turned the page. It was the same painting except there was a tall, dark figure standing in the corner, away from the family. His face covered by a hood. His eyes were glowing.
Rahul turned the page again. The dark figure now stood behind the family. The family seemed unaware of it.
On the next page, both the man and woman were lying on the ground covered in blood, and the dark figure was standing in the same place with a saw in his hand. The little girl, with a horrified expression on her face, was running toward the front door.
With trembling hands, Rahul turned the page again. The dark figure was moving towards the front door. The little girl, with her tears running down her cheeks, was standing behind the open window of the same room in which we were standing right now.
On the last page, everything was dark as if it was night, and there were glowing eyes behind the window.
We were so scared that we didn't utter a single word. As soon as Rahul put the sketchbook back on the table, we heard a loud thud from downstairs. We froze. It was followed by a bang as if a door has been opened with force. It was followed by the sound of slow footsteps.
Tak.........Tak....
"come on guys we can use this window to get down," I said quickly "common let's go quickly we still have some time."
Tak
I ran towards the window. I looked down. It was impossible to climb down from there. Not enough time for the three of us to plan. But there was a branch of a big tree three metres on the left and 8 feet below. It would be a difficult jump but not impossible. I looked back. Amit was sitting on the ground, with his hands on his face and Rahul was screaming at him to come.
Tak
"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed "Come fast! Rahul just drag him here!"
Tak...... It was coming closer.
Rahul pulled Amit's hand, tried to drag him. But Amit was just frozen at his place. He didn't attempt to move at all.
Tak....any minute now
"Common! What a fuck!" I wanted to go help Rahul drag him. But I was scared. We didn't have enough time.
Tak.......There appeared the dark figure, with glowing eyes, on the door. Rahul froze at his place.
I jumped.
I caught the branch which prevented a few broken bones, and I got down from there. I started running.
I left my friends there to die. I'm a coward. I should have helped them. I should have died there with them. I regret my decision to this day. I wasn't supposed to live.
Their families don't even know what happened to them. They didn't know that we went on a trip. I feel like shit for not telling them.
But for the past few days, I'm having nightmares. I see the same scene, before I jump, in my dreams. In my dream, I change my mind, and I don't jump. I go in front of my friends to protect them. Just as the dark figure comes near me, I wake up.
Now I've started seeing things. Things in the shadows. Things from the corner of the eye. I hear things. I hear whispers as I type words on the keyboard. I haven't slept for three days.
I can't live like this. I have to go back asap to that place. I have to give closure to my friends, for my peace of mind. I'm leaving right now.
Please forgive me.
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