Ghost Story

The shattering of windows because of the heavy wind blowing outside made me to unwillingly come out of the quilt. I was about to shut the window when a strange scene outside drew my attention.

An old woman with disheveled hair and wrinkled skin was trying to peep in the house of my neighbor.


She was not very far from me but due to new moon and dim street light, I could not see her face very clearly. In fact her appearance was so weird that I tried to avoid looking at her.

Before I could realize, who was she and what she doing at that hour of night, she disappeared. I could not believe my eyes. I was more shocked than surprised.

I shut down the windows and came back to my bed. But I could not sleep. I was feeling restless and horrified.

Next morning, I went to the place to check if I could get some clew for the last night’s incidence. I could not found anything. My neighbor was out of station and that made me even more worried.


In the evening, I called up one of my friends and asked him to stay with me as I was feeling little lonely. The clock stuck two at night and the window started shattering again. I could not believe it again as before going to bed I made it sure that windows are properly shut. I looked at my friend sleeping next to me. Unaware of the incident, he was sleeping peacefully.

With trembling feet and heart, I woke up and tried to close the window without looking outside. But the curiosity inside, forced me to have a glance of the neighbor’s window. Oh! To my relief, I could not see anything and felt little relaxed. I wanted to make sure and looked at the neighbor’s window again. Yes, everything was fine today and yesterday incidence was just hallucination.

I turned back to my bed with mixed feeling of fear and peace.





Sshhhhhhhhh and I fainted. It took me six long years to recover from comma.  I am alright today and have recovered from the mental trauma.

You know what I saw that night on my bed. My friend was no where and the same old lady with her wrinkled skin and fat folds below her big eyeballs was gazing at me. Believe it or not, it is not just a fictitious ghost story. I am the victim.