Ghosts

Going to a new house always made me nervous. There were no known faces to me there, and the new faces scared me. I always held my mom’s hand while getting into the house. My mom assured me, “Dear, don’t be scared. It will be ok. I promise we won’t do this so often.” Her smile sort of assured me and I let go of her hand and walked inside. The house had still not been cleaned. Cobwebs lay here and there. I walked up the staircase, but something held me back.

Help..! Something has caught me”, I screamed, tears welling up in my eyes. My mom ran inside and I could hear her laughing. I turned back and saw my shirt caught on a loose nail in the railing. Turning a deep shade of crimson, I slowly unhooked it and with an awkward smile went upstairs. There were two bedrooms on the first floor. I entered the first one and looked it over. Then went to the other and did the same. I walked back down, deciding on which room to take.


Only room had a nice glass ceiling through which the moonlight had fallen on to the bed. I decided to take that room. My mom saw me thinking and smiled. She knew I’d take that room and took my case there and put my stuff in the closet. The bed had been made already and being tired from the drive, I tucked myself in, kissed my mom goodnight and turned in. The window was open and the breeze came in. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Say, are you the new kid in the house? Hope you’re friendly. The last one just screamed and ran out when I came to say hello”, said a voice. I turned to the other side to see a pearly white figure there. He seemed to be wearing a bowtie. “I’m Billy. Billy the butler… I used to live here once before. Stayed in the next room, I did. Fell asleep and next thing I knew, I was seeing myself sleep from near the fan.” My face was turning white too, and he seemed to notice it.
There is no need to be scared of me. I won’t hurt you. I just get bored talking to myself. This ghost life can be very lonely. If you won’t talk to me, I’ll just go back to the attic. I stay there usually.” I knew Mum couldn’t look for a new home again so fast, and she wouldn’t believe me if I told her. I just introduced myself. He seemed very friendly. We talked for some time, and I eventually fell asleep. I woke up late in the morning and went to mom’s room. I saw myself in the mirror between our rooms. Streaks of blood were there on my face, palms and shirt. Terrified, I ran to my mom’s room. Next moment, I had fainted.

Sprawled across the carpet, in a pool of blood, lay my mother…

For AO:Ghosts

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

22 thoughts on “Ghosts

  1. Vinay, Very Very Beautifully Written 🙂 I Could Imagine while reading..ur script is like a Video 🙂 🙂 Thanks A Zillion For Sharing 🙂 :)My Suggestion is that, u can make this as Series..if so, I am curiously eagerly waiting for these series.

  2. What thw WHAT ??? The story seemed to be goin sooo awesome n u drop ur horror twist right at the end !!! grrrr… he he…Think thats why they r called twists…

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