old house, a short story by naveen. Date added: 2010-10-23. Times viewed: 1650.

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Intro: unbelievable but true incident happened and narrated by my friend after purchasing an old house.

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OLD HOUSE

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G.C.BHATTACHARYA,VARANASI,U.P.,INDIA

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The house was purchased by me,an old one to get up to my budget...my friend kalloji was narrating the story.

But it was not at all known to me that the house was haunted in any sense.Repair work was going to be finished and we have to perform  entry or opening ceremony by the next day.After coming back with my family members that evening,I came to know that I have left my money bag on the table at first floor.So,I just started to get back after having my tea at our rented flat,alone.as it was getting late. In evening.when I reached,it was about seven and sky was covered with cloud,I noticed.

I opened the lock at gate and entered with my torch.

Though electric wiring was finished afresh but connection was not yet restored.I had deposited the money and by the day next,it was hoped by me to get the elecxtric line, connected.I opened the main door and closed it getting inside so that none can enter in dark.Stare cases were there on left side.I entered the main hall at first floor to get my purse.Yes,it was there,untouched.

Just then it started raining heavily and I remain held up there because of having neither raincoat nor umbrella with me.Actually,I could not get notice of  the chances of raining, being busy.One candel and match box was left in the drawer of that table by my son perhaps.I noticed it and get it lighted to save my batteries.

Suddenly,I heard a sound of opening the door .It came from the ground floor.I became afraid of any unwanted person of antisocial nature.So,I lift up the candel and came down immediately to trace the person out.But no one was there.I noticed that the main entrance was closed.So, there was no possibility of any entry of unwanted person.

I got back my strength and shouted ...'who are you present here to disturb me?'

There was no reply.When I tried to climb up again, I noticed a shadow.

'Who ..who is there?' I shouted again.

I heard a very low voice all of a sudden.'It is me.'

It was perhaps of an old person...very very old...his voice was trembling...

'Who are you?'

'I am the owner of the house.Mr.Raj prasad.'

'Who is Mr.Raj Prasad? I do not know any such person.Who permitted you to enter here?I have bought the house from Mr.Srikant Prasad.He was the owner.How do you dare to enter here without my permission?'

The voice raised a bit saying...'I am the real owner and till am here, none can take the custody of my house.I have done all for it.Even worked as a labourer to white wash by myself after construction due to lack of money.Where was Mr.Srikant,the owner by that time? But now,being the owner of paternal property,he sold it out.worthless...hopeless...coward...unable to look after a small house of own father...money ...money is the only thing he is in need of...'

'Since you have paid him,you may stay here but mind it...do not try to disturb me ever.Is it O.K.?If you try to disturb me and replace me from my house anyway,by hook or crook,you will pay for it'.

'How do you dare to threaten me?' I shouted in anger.' I won't allow any stranger to stay here as I have to live with my family.Understand? So, get out of my house, soon'.

A calm but heavy voice came to get me at alert of any danger ahead suddenly.''Is it so? See money can not buy land or house.It is just a lease.All land is priceless and a free gift from nature.So,You are just permitted to stay here but no children to disturb me.Moreover, I dislike nonveg.food.So,you can't make use of any meat,fish,drink etc.here for your own betterment.If you disobey me, then...'

'see...what is that...yes...it is a candel...yes...but be careful to hold it otherwise your life may be at stake at any time...it is so easy...just a little blow and...and..'.the sound and shadow both disappeared at once.

Just then, a strong blow of wind came from some where,though,I could not trace out the window ... but the my shirt caught fire,immediately as the flame of my candel was elongated to touch it.By the next moment,the fire started spreading at alarming speed to take me in its grip.I cried and sreamed out of fear and being alone.Immedaitely, a loud laughter came out inside of a closed door, made me much more afraid.

'Ha...ha...ha...ha...it is so easy ...,poor fellow....got finished..'.

I throw away the candel and started running to get out of that old house like a burning idol of Ravan as I had observed in my younger age during Ramlila...Even my hairs were also caught fire.

But it was raining heavily outside which saved my life from the fire.I locked the gate and ran way in rain though it was raining,  cats and dogs.

I had postponed our entry ceremony and now looking to sale  out the house again but none is ready to buy it even at low price.

Kallooji completed and I could not utter a single word even.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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