40 Scary Two sentences stories/ One liners

1  I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
2  The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.
3  I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
4  Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
5  I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again
6  They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.
7  She wondered why she was casting two shadows. Afterall, there was only a single lightbulb.
8  It sat on my shelf, with thoughtless porcelain eyes and the prettiest pink doll dress I could find. Why did she have to be born still?
9   The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.
10  There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.

11  I just saw my reflection blink.
12  Working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera.
13  They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
14  You wake up. She doesn’t.
15  She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn’t.
16  You get home, tired after a long day’s work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.
17  My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.
18  Day 312. Internet still not working.
19  You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered. You live alone.
20  I kiss my wife and daughter goodnight before I go to sleep. When I wake up, I’m in a padded room and the nurses tell me it was just a dream.
21  I needed to quickly run a SQL command to update a single row in an Oracle DB table at work. To my horror, it came back with “–2,378,231 rows affected.”
22  You’re laying in bed and with your feet dangling out of the covers. You feel a hand grab your feet.
23  The funeral attendees never came out of the catacombs. Something locked the crypt door from the inside.
24  My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.
25  “Mesa called Jar-Jar Binks. Mesa your humble servant.”
26  I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams.
27  The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.
28  After working a hard day I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.
29 You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”
30  I was stoned. And Taco Bell was closed.
31  I never go to sleep. But I keep waking up.
32  Nurse’s Note: Born 7 pounds 10 ounces, 18 inches long, 32 fully formed teeth. Silent, always smiling.
33  She went upstairs to check on her sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty.
34  The longer I wore it the more it grew on me. She had such pretty skin.
35  “I can’t sleep” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
36  You hear the scream across the hallway, but your eyes won’t open and you can’t move.
37  Being the first to respond to a fatal car accident is always the most traumatic thing I see as a police officer. But today, when the crushed body of the little dead child boy strapped in his car seat opened his eyes and giggled at me when I tried to peel him out of the wreckage, I immediately knew that today would be my last day on the force.
38  I looked out my window. The stars had gone away.
39  I always thought my cat had a staring problem, she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realized that she was always looking just behind me.
40  The pairs of emaciated eyes outnumber the single round in my gun. With pleading tears falling on her doll’s hair, I point the barrel at my last surviving daughter.

The Sodder Children Mystery

340/ M, GK1, New Delhi,
1 A.M. – Parents wake up, house is on fire. Parents help get 5 out of their 10 kids out of the house. Dad tries to reach the other children (upstairs) with a ladder that was outside, ladder is missing.
Dad tries to pull his two big trucks up to the window to climb the trucks and get kids out, both trucks will not start up. Dad tries to get water from rain barrel – rain barrel is frozen solid. He tries to call the fire department, and there is no response. He tells a neighbor to call, also no response. Finally someone in town sees the fire and goes to the fire department – the fire trucks don’t arrive until 8 A.M., 7 hours after the start of the fire.
Fire department investigates the house and finds no bones for the 5 kids, say that the bones were burnt to ashes. They say it was a wiring problem, but light bulbs were still working. People think that it was a cover up by law enforcement.
But, it's still an unsolved question that keep revolving in society? 

All I saw was RED?

I checked into small hotel a few kilometres from the main city.
It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. “But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there.”

Ok, i said. Then i took the key and i went to room to sleep. Night came, and I heard trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I opened the door. It is coming from room with no number the same room which receptionist said not to peek in.

Out of my curiosity, I pounded on door. No response. I looked in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. I questioned the main desk “By the way who is in that room?” She looked at me and begin to tell her story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were blood RED.

10 ?

A man leaves his house every morning to walk to work and passes a mental hospital surrounded by a wooden fence. Every morning the patients are out in the yard and he can hear them saying in unison,

“10, 10, 10, 10, 10”.

One day, he gets curious and looks through a hole in the fence.

Suddenly, a stick shoots out and pokes him in the eye.

“FUCK! He says to himself.”

While walking away pissed off he can hear the patients saying,

“11, 11, 11, 11, 11”

What’s in the basement?

Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise.
It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit.

I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet?

The Power of Your Actions

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend the following afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.
I handed him his glasses and said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.
He looked at me and said, "Hey, thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. It turned out he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before coming to this school.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!". He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day arrived - I saw Kyle and he looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!

Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I stared at my friend in disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

Anonymous

You are a Masterpiece

A plum once said, just because a banana lover came by, I converted myself into a banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a few months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter I became an apple, but he went in search of grapes. Yielding to the opinions of so many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know who I am.How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover.




Just because a group of people do not accept you as you are, there is no necessity for you to strip yourself of your originality. You need to think good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate. Never stoop down in order to gain recognition. Never let go of your
true self to win a relationship. In the long run, you will regret that you traded your greatest glory – your uniqueness, for momentaryvalidation. Even Gandhi was not accepted by many people. The group that does not accept you as you is not your world. There is a world for each one of you, where you shall reign as king /queen by just being yourself. Find that world… in fact, that world will find you.




What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot. The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed with a proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we can fulfil only by being our unique self. You as you alone can serve your purpose and I as I alone can serve my purpose. You are here to be you… just you.There was a time in this world when a Krishna was required and he was sent; a time when a Christ was required and he was sent; a time when a Mahatma was required and he was sent; a time when a J.R.D.Tata was required and he was sent. There came a time when you were required on this planet and hence you were sent. Let us be the best we can be. Don’t miss yourself and let the world not miss you.




In the history of the universe, there has been nobody like you and to the infinite of time to come, there will be no one like you. Existence should have loved you so much that it broke the mould after making you, so that another of your kind will never get repeated. You are original. You are rare. You are unique. You are a wonder. You are a masterpiece. .. your Master’s piece. Celebrate your Uniqueness.


Abhiy

Can I Borrow $20/-?

A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for

her at the door.

SON: 'Mummy, may I ask you a question?'

MUM: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the woman.

SON: 'Mummy, how much do you make an hour?'

MUM: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily.

SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'

MUM: 'If you must know, I make $20 an hour.'

SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: "Mummy, may I please borrow $5?"

The mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door..

The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $5 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The woman went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

'Are you asleep, son?' She asked.

'No Mummy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.

'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the woman. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $5 you asked for.'

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Mummy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.

'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.

'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.

'Mummy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'

The mother was crushed. She put her arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through

our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $20 worth of your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

The Eyes Have It

I had the train compartment to myself up to Rohana, then a girl got in. The coup
le who saw her off were probably her parents; they seemed very anxious about her
comfort, and the woman gave the girl detailed instructions as to where to keep
her things, when not to lean out of windows, and how to avoid speaking to strang
ers.
They called their goodbyes and the train pulled out of the station. As I was tot
ally blind at the time, my eyes sensitive only to light and darkness, I was unab
le to tell what the girl looked like; but I knew she wore slippers from the way
they slapped against her heels.
It would take me some time to discover something about her looks, and perhaps I
never would. But I liked the sound of her voice, and even the sound of her slipp
ers.
‘Are you going all the way to Dehra?’ I asked.
I must have been sitting in a dark corner, because my voice startled her. She ga
ve a little exclamation and said, ‘I didn’t know anyone else was here.’
Well, it often happens that people with good eyesight fail to see what is right
in front of them. They have too much to take in, I suppose. Whereas people who c
annot see (or see very little) have to take in only the essentials, whatever reg
isters most tellingly on their remaining senses.
‘I didn’t see you either,’ I said. ‘But I heard you come in.’
I wondered if I would be able to prevent her from discovering that I was blind.
Provided I keep to my seat, I thought, it shouldn’t be too difficult.
The girl said, ‘I’m getting off at Saharanpur. My aunt is meeting me there.’
‘Then I had better not get too familiar,’ I replied. ‘Aunts are usually formidab
le creatures.’
‘Where are you going?’ she asked.
‘To Dehra, and then to Mussoorie.’
‘Oh, how lucky you are. I wish I were going to Mussoorie. I love the hills. Espe
cially in October.’
‘Yes, this is the best time,’ I said, calling on my memories. ‘The hills are cov
ered with wild dahlias, the sun is delicious, and at night you can sit in front
of a logfire and drink a little brandy. Most of the tourists have gone, and the
roads are quiet and almost deserted. Yes, October is the best time.’
She was silent. I wondered if my words had touched her, or whether she thought m
e a romantic fool. Then I made a mistake.
‘What is it like outside?’ I asked.
She seemed to find nothing strange in the question. Had she noticed already that
I could not see? But her next question removed my doubts.
‘Why don’t you look out of the window?’ she asked.
I moved easily along the berth and felt for the window ledge. The window was ope
n, and I faced it, making a pretence of studying the landscape. I heard the pant
ing of the engine, the rumble of the wheels, and, in my mind’s eye, I could see
telegraph posts flashing by.
‘Have you noticed,’ I ventured, ‘that the trees seem to be moving while we seem
to be standing still?’
‘That always happens,’ she said. ‘Do you see any animals?’
‘No,’ I answered quite confidently. I knew that there were hardly any animals le
ft in the forests near Dehra.
I turned from the window and faced the girl, and for a while we sat in silence.
‘You have an interesting face,’ I remarked. I was becoming quite daring, but it
was a safe remark. Few girls can resist flattery. She laughed pleasantly – a cle
ar, ringing laugh.
‘It’s nice to be told I have an interesting face. I’m tired of people telling me
I have a pretty face.’
Oh, so you do have a pretty face, thought I: and aloud I said: ‘Well, an interes
ting face can also be pretty.’
‘You are a very gallant young man,’ she said, ‘but why are you so serious?’
I thought, then, I would try to laugh for her, but the thought of laughter only.


made me feel troubled and lonely.
‘We’ll soon be at your station,’ I said.
‘Thank goodness it’s a short journey. I can’t bear to sit in a train for more th
an two-or-three hours.’
Yet I was prepared to sit there for almost any length of time, just to listen to
her talking. Her voice had the sparkle of a mountain stream. As soon as she lef
t the train, she would forget our brief encounter; but it would stay with me for
the rest of the journey, and for some time after.
The engine’s whistle shrieked, the carriage wheels changed their sound and rhyth
m, the girl got up and began to collect her things. I wondered if she wore her h
air in bun, or if it was plaited; perhaps it was hanging loose over her shoulder
s, or was it cut very short?
The train drew slowly into the station. Outside, there was the shouting of porte
rs and vendors and a high-pitched female voice near the carriage door; that voic
e must have belonged to the girl’s aunt.
‘Goodbye,’ the girl said.
She was standing very close to me, so close that the perfume from her hair was t
antalizing. I wanted to raise my hand and touch her hair, but she moved away. On
ly the scent of perfume still lingered where she had stood.
There was some confusion in the doorway. A man, getting into the compartment, st
ammered an apology. Then the door banged, and the world was shut out again. I re
turned to my berth. The guard blew his whistle and we moved off. Once again, I h
ad a game to play and a new fellow-traveller.
The train gathered speed, the wheels took up their song, the carriage groaned an
d shook. I found the window and sat in front of it, staring into the daylight th
at was darkness for me.
So many things were happening outside the window: it could be a fascinating game
, guessing what went on out there.
The man who had entered the compartment broke into my reverie.
‘You must be dissapointed,’ he said. ‘I’m not nearly as attractive a traveling c
ompanion as the one who just left.’
‘She was an interesting girl,’ I said. ‘Can you tell me – did she keep her hair
long or short?’
‘I don’t remember,’ he said, sounding puzzled. ‘It was her eyes I noticed, not h
er hair. She had beautiful eyes – but they were of no use to her. She was comple
tely blind. Didn’t you notice?'

By Ruskin Bond

Encounter With A Woman Possessed

This incident happened last year and is one of the most eerie incidents ever experienced by me.

My close friend Manish dabbles a bit in the field of occult. Since his childhood days he has this gift whereby he can sense paranormal activities with amazing accuracy. His parents were earlier worried about this but have now come to terms with it. Manish has channeled this gift of his very well to help people having trouble with ghosts and other paranormal events. He doesn't expect any monetary benefit out of the services rendered to clients. I have accompanied Manish out of sheer curiosity to some of his clients and this incident is one of them.

Manish received a call from a person called Mr. Narula asking him for his help. His son, Rohit who had recently returned from the US with his wife and a 4 year old daughter was experiencing weird occurrences in his new home. Manish fixed up an appointment with Mr. Narula at his house and we reached there as planned. Mr. Narula greeted us warmly and we sat down in his spacious living room where he related his harrowing experience to us.

Mr. Narula was an elderly man who had led a fairly comfortable life working at a high position in the Indian Railways all his life. He had retired a couple of years back and lived with his wife. Money was never a concern with him and he wanted his son Rohit to have the best possible education available. That is why Mr. Narula had sent his son to US to complete his post graduation in Computer Engineering from one of the best Universities there. In the US Rohit met a girl called Rochelle, a fellow student and fell in love with her. Going against his parents wishes he went ahead, married her and settled in the US. Mr. Narula however reconciled with his son after the birth of Rohit's daughter Anita. He wanted his son to come back to India and live with them. It was a tough decision for Rohit considering that both he and Rochelle were well settled in the US. Rochelle was very supportive and they decided to return to India. Rohit initially stayed with his parents but once he got a job, they decided to purchase a new house. The house which they purchased was a beautiful one with a sea facing view. Rochelle and Rohit were very happy to have got such a beautiful house at such a throw away price. They however did not realize what was in store for them. Initially everything was fine but then things started to happen.

Incident 1:

One night Rohit woke up at around 1.00 am and found that his wife wasn't in bed. He looked around and found her on their terrace. She was in some sort of a trance staring blankly at the dark sky above with an eerie smile on her face. He shook her and she came out of her trance like state. Rochelle had no recollection of her getting out of her bed. Rohit, though concerned, comforted Rochelle by telling her that she might have been sleepwalking. But Rochelle was sure that she had never sleep walked ever in her life. Both of them subsequently forgot about it and got along with their daily routine.

Then something really strange happened which scared Rohit out of his wits.

Incident 2:

Rohit had to attend a late night dinner meeting with one of his client and came home at 1.00 am. He was surprised to find the door open. Surely Rochelle would not be so careless so as to leave the door open at night. Fearing for the safety of Rochelle and his daughter Anita he quickly entered the house and called Rochelle. All he heard was a low scream coming from his daughter's bedroom and it seemed like Anita's. He quickly went inside and was horrified to find his daughter crouched in one of the corner of the room and Rochelle sitting close and staring at Anita with the same blank expression and the eerie smile on her face. Rohit shouted at Rochelle which again brought her out of the trance. Again Rochelle did not have any recollection of anything that had happened. Anita scared out of her wits on seeing her mother in such a state was crying inconsolably. Anita told Rohit that she was tucked into bed as usual by Rochelle at around 10. 30 pm and left alone in the room. She was fast asleep when someone shook her vigorously literally throwing her down from her bed. She saw that it was her mother... But it couldn't be, she thought, for the woman in front of her was cursing her in a language which she had never heard in her life. The woman (her mother) was speaking loudly like a mad woman laughing and crying at the same time. Her voice seemed different and her long hair all over her face. This was just ten minutes before Rohit stepped in the house which probably saved the kid from suffering any further harm. Without any further adieu he sent her off to his grandparents place the very next morning.

In the next few days Rohit found his wife very aloof and withdrawn, a marked change from her generally bubbly and extrovert personality. She hardly spoke to him. Rohit informed his parents about it and he had planned to take her to a psychiatrist as soon as possible.

Incident 3:

Then the final terrifying change in Rochelle began. The same night Rohit spoke to his parents, he found Rochelle missing from her bed. She was in Anita's empty room standing right below the ceiling fan staring at it. Rohit went near her and tried to wake her. Rochelle gave him an icy stare and immediately started abusing him in Urdu, screaming at the top of her voice and throwing things about. Gathering his wits, Rohit immediately locked her in the room got one of his neighbors and tied her to the bed. She was very aggressive for sometime bud calmed down subsequently and fell into deep slumber. Thinking that it might be a case of split personality, she was immediately shifted to a hospital and was subjected to thorough checks by the doctors. They could find nothing wrong with her and all the while she was in hospital there was no trace of the aggressive trait she had shown earlier. Immediately after she was discharged and sent home the aggressive behavior started again. One important thing was that this personality change occurred intermittently. It did not occur everyday and would happen suddenly when you would least expect it.

Frustrated at the inability of the doctors to provide him with a conclusive answer, Rohit had asked his father to contact Manish who was known to them through an acquaintance. As planned, Manish and I reached Rohit's place late in the evening since we wanted to get a first hand look at the changes which were happening to Rochelle. Rochelle looked very sick and was bedridden. Rohit was very worried and tired since he hadn't slept in the last couple of days. Apart from them there was a housekeeper along with Mr. Narula in the house. Anita and her grandmother stayed back at Mr. Narula's place.

From the time we entered the house, I saw a troubled look on Manish's face. I immediately knew that we were in for a tough time ahead. He was concentrating hard as if to locate the exact cause of the problem and from the looks of it he seemed pretty close. Then something unexpected happened which still gives me nightmares.

We were in the living room when we suddenly heard a loud noise in little Anita's bedroom. We immediately rushed to find Rochelle standing on Anita's bed. She had tied one of the bed sheets lying nearby to the ceiling fan, fastened the other end into a noose, put her head into it and was trying to hang herself. This was really very creepy. Regaining our composure Rohit, Manish and I immediately pulled her down, lifted her and put her back in her bed. All the while she was abusing us and kicking about and trying to free herself. She did so with such tremendous power that it took three of us to subdue her. She was tied firmly to her bed. Manish then asked everyone except me to leave the room. Once we were alone, he took Rochelle's hand in his and started chanting a holy mantra (a hymn). He was concentrating very hard. This seemed to work as it seemed to calm her down initially. But suddenly I found Manish sweating profusely; he was finding it difficult to get words out of his mouth. The evil entity within Rochelle was clearly winning the battle. Something happened in the next split second which I cannot describe even to this day.

I got up and tried to pull Manish away from Rochelle. I had to use all my strength since it was now the evil entity that was holding on to Manish as if it was sucking the life out of him. With great difficulty I managed to separate them and get Manish out of the room. Manish fainted immediately once we were out. But being the strong man that he is, Manish recovered within half an hour. He got up and immediately asked everyone to vacate the house without losing any more time. The task in front of us was to get Rochelle out of the bed, leave alone the house. The entity within Rochelle resisted with all its strength but somehow this time Manish seemed to have the upper hand. With great difficulty we got her out of the house and to Mr. Narula's place. There was a lot of commotion in the building but nothing except Rochelle's safety seemed to matter at that time. Once out of the house Rochelle immediately calmed down. It seemed as if the hold of the evil entity on her was waning. She had calmed down fully by the time we reached Mr. Narula's place and was deep in slumber by the time we left. Manish assured the Narula's that there was nothing to worry now and everything would be fine. He promised to come over again the next day. Thus ended an exhausting but eventful day for Manish and me.

We went to Mr. Narula's place the next morning and found the whole family relieved with Rochelle resting peacefully.

Manish's explanation:

He had immediately felt the presence of some evil entity as soon as he entered the house. He could also make out that it was a spirit of a woman that had possessed Rochelle. The spirit initially managed to overpower him because it was around 3.00 am at that time and perhaps its power was at its peak. He was happy at my quick thinking which enabled him to separate himself from the evil force without suffering any harm. He was probably able to hold back the entity next time around probably since it was nearing dawn and the power of the evil one on Rochelle was on the wane. He told us that Rochelle had been saved from certain death that day. He also warned the Narula's never to venture into that house again as we had only temporarily subdued the spirit and not completely finished it. Rohit wept inconsolably and thanked us for saving Rochelle's life.

Manish and I made some enquiries later on and found that a Muslim couple had been living there prior to Rohit and Rochelle. The lady had committed suicide by hanging herself because of her husbands infidelity in the same room which incidentally was little Anita's bedroom. The husband hushed up the matter using his contacts with the police and immediately left the place. This is why Rohit had got the place at such a throwaway price.

We checked on the Narula's after a couple of months. Rochelle was doing fine and had found herself a job too. No incident had happened after that night. Rohit too had resumed work and they were still staying with their parents place. Little Anita was happy to be with her grand parents and so were Rohit's parents

As for the haunted apartment, it is still lying vacant and deserted. Rohit resisted all temptation to sell it saying that he did not wish to put someone else through the same ordeal as himself.

What happened to the entity inside the house?

No one had the courage to go there again. Your guess is as good as mine.

Told by Sid