Spooks Tales

“Who are you? What do you want?”, he asked loudly in pain. Though his relationship with his friend soured, he still felt for his friend. His heart pained to see him suffer. Few minutes ago, he wanted to run away . But now looking at state of his friend changed everything. “Vengeance!”, the voice said. “Vengeance for everything I lost. Vengeance for the pain you caused. Vengeance for what you snatched from me.” the voice continued. Rohan looked around in confusion. Who was it? Why does it want vengeance? He tried to think about people whom he had cheated. His wide eyes grew wide when he realised who it was. “Aunty!”, he exclaimed softly. “You remembered at last! You have always been late bloomer. Remember how long it took you to memorise table 2 when you were young.”, the spirit  mocked him while it’s appearance became more visible slowly to human eye. She looked different from her usual scary self. . Her face was pale white. Her eyes were big with no pupil. There was still b...

The fight was intense between them. They attacked each other like angry dogs. They cursed each other. They barked at each other. They were bleeding and getting tired but their anger didn't die down. It increased. Suddenly a growling voice from nowhere stopped them. They looked around suspiciously. "What was that?", Rohan asked softly. "It's that ghost! I told you we should have left", his friend said in frightened tone. Rohan loosened his grip on his friend and turned around to see where the voice was coming. It was roaring and furious. Manoj tried to remember if there was any back door to get out of the house. It was no use asking Rohan. He remembered seeing one in the kitchen. But that door led to outdoor laundry area which had limited access to outside world due to it's huge wired fence. He could climb it. There was less time. He had lost lot of time fighting with Rohan. He had to do it now. He checked for Rohan in corner of his eyes. Rohan wa...

Rohan followed his friend towards the main door. When his friend opened the door, he was pushed by a force invisible to them. He fell on Rohan with his back crushing on him. Manoj got up immediately with his hand on his injured back. He looked around. There was no one except his friend Rohan who was getting up slowly due to pain on his abdomen caused by the impact of their fall. "What was that ?", Rohan exclaimed. "I don't know. I felt as if someone pushed me.", his friend replied. Rohan didn't believe him. His words were like a stamp paper to him until now. One lie could tear even a strongest bond apart. "Another lie!", he whispered. Manoj looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What?" Rohan replied, "Nothing!"  "I know he just pretended that someone pushed.", he thought. "Is there back door?", Manoj asked cautiously, looking around for the spirit. Rohan stared at him in confusion. "Why do you...

Rohan bought another glass of water from the kitchen. He bent down to Manoj and sprinkled some drops of water on his face. Manoj woke up immediately, shaking tiredness off from his face. Rohan helped him to sitting position. He asked him whether he was okay or not. Manoj nodded his head though he was still in pain. “Do you remember how you came here?”, his friend asked out of concern. “No! I don’t. I only remember closing my eyes in my room. “, Manoj replied , thinking how he came here. Something struck him. His eyes grew wide. “ I know who it is. I know who bought me here. I think it’s that ghost.”, he said in frightened tone. Rohan stared at him in disbelief. He got up and turned his back towards him. “I don’t believe you. No one will believe you. You are just making up a story. You are an expert in fooling people with your stories. You have fooled Roger and got him killed. You have fooled Rohan but you can’t fool me!”, Rohan said firmly. Manoj stared at him in confusion. Mano...

He thought deeply about possibilities where Manoj could be. He found no answer. It struck him that he didn't know his friend very well.  They shared a strong bond over few years and it was strange that his friend didn't share him about his whereabouts.  Suddenly he remembered the bungalow. He hadn't visited the place after the recent murder. He wondered how the place would be. It would be stinking of blood. He had to burn the bodies or else the smell could reach the passerbys. Fortunately there were no neighbours around or else he would have be in a mess by now. He planned to visit the house in the evening.  Manoj opened his eyes to pitch darkness. He couldn't understand where he was. His head was hurting badly. He felt some droplets of liquid dripping from his head. He assumed it to be liquid. He tried to get up. But he couldn't. He felt heavy weight of something over his body.  Suddenly he heard a noise of the door opening. He tried to see who it was...

Once he was at home, he locked the door. He checked and rechecked many times to see whether the door was locked. When he was confident, he proceeded to his room. He didn't dare to check the windows to see whether the ghost was there or not. He was terrified. He locked himself inside his room. He covered himself with blanket and sat on his plush sofa with his legs hugged to him . He looked at the clock. It was still evening. There were three more hours for night to arrive. His mind was engulfed with fear and thus he had no energy to do any work. He was perspiring in sweat even though the fan was at high speed. Who could that ghost ? Was it real or was he hallucinating? How did Roger die? He had no answer to these questions. "Could it be Rohan? He could have murdered him. But there was no specific reason for him to kill him. There must be some kind of mystery in that house. What could be?", he wondered. **** Two weeks Later **** Rohan sipped his morning tea while...

Rohan stopped his car at his house. He didn't get down. He couldn't take off what he had seen today from his mind. He was still not convinced about what Manoj had said. "Why would his blackmailer arrive at my bungalow ? Did Manoj invite him there ?", he wondered.  He had checked the door before entering the house. The lock was broken. That meant he was uninvited. "How did he come to know about the house? Did Manoj say anything about the house? Why would Manoj say anything about the house? Something is fishy !", he wondered. Nothing was fitting in the puzzle. Manoj's explanation didn't look genuine. A mafia gangster wouldn't loiter in someone else property unless there was any catch there. Rohan looked for answers. "Did he come here to find something about Manoj's activities so that he could blackmail him for more money or maybe he came here to take over my property illegally?", he wondered. The blackmailer coming to the bunga...

"Who is he ? Do you know him? ", Rohan asked repeatedly. He didn't understand why his friend froze looking at the dead body. He had seen many dead bodies before that. He hadn't reacted this way when he had seen them all. He nudged him. "Do you know him?", he asked again. Manoj looked at him as if he was asked for his kidneys. He wanted to say no but he just nodded. "What do you mean by your nod ? Do you know him or not?", he asked sternly. "Yes ! I know him ! He was my blackmailer !", he blurted out in anger. Rohan stared at him in shock. "I don't know why he came here !", Manoj said as he dropped to floor clueless. He stared at the dead body. The eyeballs were hanging out from the socket. There were many scratches on the hands, legs and chest. The clothes were ripped and wet with blood. He couldn't imagine that he had spoken to the man lying dead yesterday. Life was unpredictable. "I don't understand why w...