22-10-2022, 02:02 PM
Only a psychopath could install such a doorbell. The howling of a hundred bloodthirsty wolves is like a sweet melody if compared with the sound generated from this unearthly device. No wonder many resident of this house were dead. It’s not the fault of the house; it is this cursed doorbell that causes their death. I was so startled by the sudden sound; I stepped backwards and slipped on the floor.
Everything went dark for a while; I regained and got up slowly. I watched my face again in the mirror, but there was no sign of anything. The wavy pattern and the black spot in the mirror must have created the illusion. As I was watching my face closely, the horrid bell ranged again.
I rushed to the main door. Opened the door to found three new visitors were standing in front of the house. I never noticed when it started raining. A lady was accompanied by one young and one middle aged man. They introduced themselves as my diehard fan. I was getting bored and invited them cordially.
Within half an hour we became good friends. They are town folks who had to choose this village due to their job posting. Soon we started enjoying and chatting over a bottle of whisky. The lady asked for soft drinks instead.
They were aware about my intention of coming here in this place; sadly they got no horror story to share. I got a bit disappointed, but suddenly I had an idea. I asked them about the deaths in this house. They looked at each other.
The young man first broke the silence:
“We are here for hardly two years, we do not know about the history of the house, but in the last two years, we witnessed three unnatural deaths of the residents of this house. Not always they died inside the house, in fact a lady occupant died in other city, but local villagers love to co-relate them with this house. We can’t blame them either, as they were indeed resident of this house at the time of their death.”
“Please tell me about the incidence.” I said.
“How can we possibly? Like the first death, the new owner of the house was found dead in the morning within a week of his arrival. When we saw his dead body, he was lying in the floor lifeless, and looking in the ceiling. His eyes were almost coming out of their socket. Only a man is scared beyond limit could make this face. Post-mortem report told that he died of massive cardiac arrest. How can we tell you more than this?”
“But you are a story writer; you can make something out of it, can’t you?” The lady looked at me.
I was thinking and then the middle aged man spoke
“I have an idea. You can make story like that:”
“Ramesh babu got this house at a very cheap rate. He was an unmarried lonesome man. He rather liked to stay alone than the crowded city. So he moved here to spend rest of his days.
He was very particular about hygiene of the surrounding. He spends a lot of time to make this house spotlessly clean. The night after his cleaning operation completed, he fell asleep in a very tired condition.
Suddenly he got up in the middle of the night and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.
A large shadow crawled swiftly from one corner to another.
Ramesh Babu got scared and sat straight in his bed. He looked closely, but could not find anything. He left his bed to switch on the lights and search for the cause of this hallucination.
When Ramesh Babu almost gave up, he noticed a deep crack in the corner of the ceiling. A conical shaped very thin tail-like object came out of the crack.
Ramesh Babu took his cane and knocked the empty space near it. The object waved itself to show that it is not a lifeless piece of wire.
Caution took place of fear. What if it’s a snake? Ramesh Babu very carefully hit the object with all his force and quickly moved away.
With a ‘thud’ sound it fell from the ceiling.
Everything went dark for a while; I regained and got up slowly. I watched my face again in the mirror, but there was no sign of anything. The wavy pattern and the black spot in the mirror must have created the illusion. As I was watching my face closely, the horrid bell ranged again.
I rushed to the main door. Opened the door to found three new visitors were standing in front of the house. I never noticed when it started raining. A lady was accompanied by one young and one middle aged man. They introduced themselves as my diehard fan. I was getting bored and invited them cordially.
Within half an hour we became good friends. They are town folks who had to choose this village due to their job posting. Soon we started enjoying and chatting over a bottle of whisky. The lady asked for soft drinks instead.
They were aware about my intention of coming here in this place; sadly they got no horror story to share. I got a bit disappointed, but suddenly I had an idea. I asked them about the deaths in this house. They looked at each other.
The young man first broke the silence:
“We are here for hardly two years, we do not know about the history of the house, but in the last two years, we witnessed three unnatural deaths of the residents of this house. Not always they died inside the house, in fact a lady occupant died in other city, but local villagers love to co-relate them with this house. We can’t blame them either, as they were indeed resident of this house at the time of their death.”
“Please tell me about the incidence.” I said.
“How can we possibly? Like the first death, the new owner of the house was found dead in the morning within a week of his arrival. When we saw his dead body, he was lying in the floor lifeless, and looking in the ceiling. His eyes were almost coming out of their socket. Only a man is scared beyond limit could make this face. Post-mortem report told that he died of massive cardiac arrest. How can we tell you more than this?”
“But you are a story writer; you can make something out of it, can’t you?” The lady looked at me.
I was thinking and then the middle aged man spoke
“I have an idea. You can make story like that:”
“Ramesh babu got this house at a very cheap rate. He was an unmarried lonesome man. He rather liked to stay alone than the crowded city. So he moved here to spend rest of his days.
He was very particular about hygiene of the surrounding. He spends a lot of time to make this house spotlessly clean. The night after his cleaning operation completed, he fell asleep in a very tired condition.
Suddenly he got up in the middle of the night and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.
A large shadow crawled swiftly from one corner to another.
Ramesh Babu got scared and sat straight in his bed. He looked closely, but could not find anything. He left his bed to switch on the lights and search for the cause of this hallucination.
When Ramesh Babu almost gave up, he noticed a deep crack in the corner of the ceiling. A conical shaped very thin tail-like object came out of the crack.
Ramesh Babu took his cane and knocked the empty space near it. The object waved itself to show that it is not a lifeless piece of wire.
Caution took place of fear. What if it’s a snake? Ramesh Babu very carefully hit the object with all his force and quickly moved away.
With a ‘thud’ sound it fell from the ceiling.
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