The Ghost House

About Arunima Mitra

Arunima is a 9th Grader ,studying in Hiranandani Foundation School ,Powai. She is an avid reader , professionally trained Bharatnatyam Dancer and has pursued her talent of singing at a tender age. She currently learns Rabindra Sangeet. She has an insatiable desire for writing and aspires to be an author soon.

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Down Lane No:13 of deserted Tagore Street was nothing but what appeared to be a vast range of uninhabited houses. It was shunned by all due to the dark stories revolving around the series of murders which had taken place on this very lane. The number 13 was further ill-famed as the number is associated with supernatural dark powers and evils.

But nothing stopped the declining yet unorthodox Sen babu from taking his family to his ancestral property. No one resides there now, most of them were either dead or have moved away hearing the odd, mysterious stories talked about that place. Sen babu’s son was 18 and had moved away to England just like his father to pursue higher education, while their younger daughter, 9 year old Sushmita, lived with them. She was holding her mother Lara’s hands with a suitcase in the other hand.

As they passed through the various desolate lanes on Tagore Street, he speculated on his decision to hide the stories behind their abode, afraid that they would refuse to join him if they knew. Though unaware of the formidable spirit that approached them, the Sen family felt a sudden cold and strange feeling around them.

They approached the looming mansion which seemed wild and uncared for. Long creepers covered the white mass of their bungalow which chipped at various ends and was infested with bats and cobwebs. With several disapproving grunts from both wife and daughter and long complains about their servant’s irresponsibility, the exasperated Sen family decided to settle down in the unwelcoming new home.

The interiors of their house was even more frightening and unkempt than the outdoors. Cursing their servant even further for his irrelevant excuses not to enter this house, Sen Babu retired into the bedroom. He hoped for a peaceful sleep but that he was not destined to have one.

At around midnight Sen babu heard noises. Noises loud enough to wake him up from his deep slumber. He stirred but nevertheless crept through the long passage of his house. He searched for the source of the sound, leading him to his daughter’s bedroom. On entering inside the room he was horrified to see what was happening and ran back out. His daughter was standing on the bed, thrashing on the mosquito net and whispering in utmost despair ‘Dadu Dadu‘, her eyes firmly shut.

Next morning Sen babu with sunken eyes and a lot of disbelief edged towards the breakfast table. He was up all night fighting with his inner self, refusing to believe what he had seen the earlier night. His daughter seemed unharmed but he resented taking the decision to shift here and inadvertently have hurt his own family. He was jerked out of his thoughts by his daughter pointing to an empty passage and saying ‘Dadu‘ (Grandfather) as if he was present there. Although shocked, Sen babu had no time to respond as he heard a loud thump from the Verandah. On rushing to the spot, his heart dropped to his stomach.

Lying scattered on the floor was a hookah… His baba’s favourite one!


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15 Response Comments

  • Nidhi Jangid24/05/2019 at 6:58 PM

    Overall nice story, which holds attention till the end! Fine narration as well! 👍

    • Arunima Mitra29/05/2019 at 12:32 PM

      Thanks for the encouragement!!

  • Swetha Amit24/05/2019 at 7:32 PM

    A gripping story that sends a chill down the spine.

    • Arunima Mitra29/05/2019 at 12:39 PM

      Thanks for your kind words!!

  • Bishakham24/05/2019 at 10:49 PM

    A good gripping well narrated horror story. Well written.

    • Arunima Mitra29/05/2019 at 12:42 PM

      Thanks…your words are highly motivating

  • Eleena Sanyal27/05/2019 at 10:46 AM

    What a thrilling climax, Arunima! Congratulations on a very good narrative. Keep writing!

    • Arunima Mitra29/05/2019 at 12:43 PM

      I appreciate the effort…Your words are greatly humbling for me

  • Kheya Baidya29/05/2019 at 11:22 AM

    Extremely nice Arunima! At your she such hi I’d description is simply excellent. I am sure you will write many more. Keep writing

    • Arunima Mitra29/05/2019 at 12:45 PM

      Your words have inspired me to pen down my thoughts more often…thanks!!

  • Kheya Baidya29/05/2019 at 11:24 AM

    *at your age such vivid…

  • Divyanshi29/05/2019 at 11:33 AM

    A spooky one , was completely absorbed reading through the story . A nice one !

    • Arunima Mitra29/05/2019 at 12:46 PM

      Thanks Divyanshi…appreciate that you removed your valuable time for such uplifting words..

  • Arunima Mitra29/05/2019 at 12:33 PM

    Thanks everyone for the encouragement!!

  • NANDANA DASGUPTA30/06/2019 at 2:05 PM

    Good job Arunima! How beautifully have you woven the entire story, its amazing! Your spooky tale did manage to give me goosebumps! Well done dear, keep up the good work.

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