This story is based on my personal experience in one of the modern Delhi houses I had once lived in.
She was living with me for 56 years, unaware of my existence, until someone told her. So, she decided to banish me. She invited someone who lit incense and candles, threw around some powder, said some mumbo-jumbo, and I felt I was on fire! Writhing in pain, I cut the bond between us and ran to the air shaft to hide.
I was aghast! What had I done to deserve this? I loved her! That’s why I stuck around for so long without scaring her. I never even peeped when she changed clothes. Clearly, she wasn’t worth it! So I stayed in the shaft.
Once she moved to another house, I decided to take over the place–a typical Delhi house having two rooms with windows opening in an air shaft and no sunlight, just as I like it. Still recovering from the heartbreak, I made up my mind not to share the space with anyone anymore. So, when the next tenants came along, I decided they had to go.
I started by making some noise to announce my presence, but they didn’t react. The girl who stayed home was more responsive–she shivered when she entered the place. So I decided to target her. I would stand too close, touch her back, and give her strangling dreams. The last one did it!
They went on high alert. But rather than running out of the place, they started praying everyday. Now, I couldn’t touch them. So, I began moving stuff around, clanging door locks and blocking doors, but they behaved as if I didn’t matter. They accepted me as a permanent resident!
Today, after six months of sharing their house with me, they are finally moving, and it makes me sad. I clang the locks to bid farewell.
If only ‘she’ had accepted me the same way, I wouldn’t be so lonely.
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Intriguing. I like the fact that it’s written from the ghost’s perspective.
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Thanks Mitch! I wrote it as a story, later a friend on WP suggested I tell the real story from my perspective, so I wrote another: https://fishinthetrees.home.blog/2020/01/16/my-scrapes-with-it/
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Ah, a sad and lonely ghost. Who knew? 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I an glad I could still think of him that way after he tried to strangle me. 😁
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good story ; just like Colin, I wanted to comment on ‘My Scrapes’ piece about its great opening sentence and about how dogs apparently can see ghosts but there was no space to leave a comment; loved this piece though and how you took the poltergeists part
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Thank you, John! The scrapes are all true. My life is weird like that. Earlier I felt it was my bad luck to have the sixth sense. Now i consider it just life. The poltergeists outlook came to me through another story i had heard in that house. The. Previous tenant had visited us once claiming the house was not haunted. Later on, she admitted that someone had warned her that they could sense someone with her. Even though she never felt anything, she read the dua of protection anyway. Seems like she left someone behind 🙂
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Hi Shaily. Just read My Scrapes With ‘It’ (can’t comment on that post for some reason). Great post. Really spooky. Not sure I would have seen it out as you did…
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Thank you, Colin! I came out of the incident richer in faith. I came to believe that nothing happens to those who ask for his protection. I have other experiences too but none as explicit as this. We have a resident ‘it’ in the spare room in our current house…a very gentle spirit, if you know what I mean.
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Are you able to tell the actual story of your experience(s) Shaily? It would make a great post.
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Thank you, Colin! Will do.
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Ooh, I really like this one. A poltergeist with a back story!
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Thanks Ellen! 😀 Your writing inspired this one.
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