Spooks Tales

The Bungalow number 420 stood lone at the empty street. There were no houses or buildings around the house. The night was cold. Strong winds were blowing. A young man of early thirties sat on patio floor, enjoying his drink. The smell of wine intoxicated his mind. The cold winds didn’t bother him. He stared at the stars. Indeed, luck was on his side. Tomorrow he would be owner of this house. He only had to make final instalment and sign papers tomorrow. He dreamt of nights he would spend like this. His dream had finally came true. He was in his own world. He didn’t realise a dark shadow was standing behind him. He was above to take one last sip of drink. He looked at his glass. He tilted it little bit to get closer view. The glass was empty. He made a face. He got up but almost slipped on the floor. However he managed to stand still.  The shadow disappeared before he could see it. He strolled inside in disorderly fashion. He stood near the bar. After few minutes of staring blank

He woke up to usual morning. The sun shined brightly. The memories of yesterday's night gave him shivers. The disappearance of his client, the shadow in middle of road and a sedan driving right into his car seemed like scenes from horror movie. He was sure that no one would believe him. It was Sunday - only day when he was free from burdens of  work and life. He got up from the bed and dragged himself to bathroom. He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He changed into casual jeans and top. He sprayed whole bottle of deo onto his body. He checked his face in the mirror. The horrors of yesterday night still reflected in his eyes. He walked downstairs to dinning area. His mother prepared rice porridge for breakfast. She could smell his perfume.  “Did you just take bath in perfume, son?”, she taunted. He smirked and replied, “No, ma. Can you bring breakfast soon? I am starving.” “Don’t lie, I can smell the perfume.”, she said loudly. Lee didn’t reply. “Anyway, I heard

The passenger remained in deep thought. His expression was still fury one. Lee prayed that the passenger didn't cancel the ride or gave negative feedback. He already had a bad day. One negative feedback could affect his image in front of Uber. Drops of sweat trickled from his forehead out of fear. "Fine, I won't complain. I only want to be dropped at my drop off point. I don't want any of your shitty nonsense during our ride. No more hiccups. Understand !", the passenger said firmly. Lee nodded weakly. He started the engine to drive. In few minutes, the trip began. The road was empty as usual. The streets lights were dim. Everything seemed okay until now. Suddenly a sedan arrived right at him with it's front light blazed at Lee. He was barely able to see the car. He pulled his car over the lane next to the footpath. His heart was on his mouth. He wiped the sweat on his forehead. He turned back slowly to see his passenger. He was scared to face his wrath

The ride seemed quite. The man hardly spoke. Lee kept quiet. He was never good at starting any conversation. He momentarily checked his rear view mirror to see what the man was doing. The man sat in upright position with his eyes closed. It seemed like as he was meditating. He didn't disturb him. He continued to drive. Suddenly he saw a shadow of man clad in complete black suit in middle of the lane he was driving.  His sudden apply of brake jerked the car to stop. His heart was on his mouth. He almost thought that he had hit the man. But there was no man. He got out to see where the man was. There was no one in road except for chilled air blowing across him. He felt strange. He wasn't driving in the mountains and it wasn't cloudy. The city never experienced winters as it was located near to equator. He got inside the car immediately. "What happened ?", the passenger asked. Lee shivered and turned behind to speak. He had almost forgotten about his passenger.

It was midnight. He had one last ride to take before he called it a night. He had recovered half of expenditure he had incurred during the date. He was tired. He cracked his knuckles by stretching both hands while remembering the number of long trips he had taken. The Uber app notification beeped on his phone. He looked at his phone. He was relieved that it was going to be last ride. He accepted the request. He checked again to see pick up location of passenger. It was a graveyard. It sent shivers down his spine. He remembered when his friend had narrated a nail biting encounter of his cousin during a ride at highway next to graveyard. He canceled the ride, messaging apology to passenger. He waited patiently for another ride request. His eyes closed for sometime. Another Uber notification beeped. It was request from the same passenger. He canceled it immediately. An hour passed by. He stopped his car at the nearest 24 hour cafe where he grabbed a coffee. He was sipping his coff