The Shelter #PART 2( 2 min read)

The Shelter #PART1

We heard whispers of a woman and a man talking in the distance.

Suddenly we heard footsteps near the bed as if someone just got off it. I clung to my husband’s arm – ‘did you hear that?’ I asked, looking at him. He said nothing, his eyes widened and lips quivered.

The footsteps started approaching us. It stopped somewhere near us and a moment later the door closed by itself.

We stood there frozen in fear, sound of my own pulse throbbing in my ears.

We heard a clicking sound and the light turned off by itself or did someone just switch it off?

Run…run…run, the voice inside me screamed but my body refused.

We heard the footsteps slowly going away from us. It stopped near the bed; a female voice whispered in the distance. The whispers went on for few more minutes and then suddenly they stopped; a horrifying silence filled the room.

‘Run’, said my husband and pulled the door handle with whatever little energy he had.

We ran out of the room and then down the stairs.

‘What happened?’

We stopped hearing the old lady’s voice; she was sitting on the sofa, a faint smirk lingering on her lips.

‘We can’t stay here any longer…’ my husband said gruffly.

‘The forecast says it won’t stop raining until morning -‘

‘To hell with your forecast!’ My husband shouted.

I glared at her – ‘You deliberately sent us upstairs to that creepy room filled with ghosts.’

Her face tightened; she slowly walked to us – ‘keep your voice down…this is my house. You yourself came knocking at my door looking for shelter. So I -‘

My husband cut her short – ‘We were just inches away from death when a car almost hit us on the road. We thought we should take shelter until the rain’s over…but you made it even more pathetic. Thank you, but we don’t need your help anymore.’

He grabbed the main door handle to unlock it, when the lady said, ‘You do.’

‘Sorry, what?’ I asked.

‘Calm down and listen to me before you leave.’

‘You’re mistaken.’ She added.

I rolled my eyes.

‘But you aren’t totally wrong…’ She continued.

We stared at her blankly.

‘Dead people do live here.’

We swallowed hard, holding each other’s hand tightly.

‘I thought you understood that…’

My throat dried up, words failed to come out of my mouth.

She continued, ‘People up there are very much alive. They are my family. But you know what?’

My husband mumbled something under his breath.

‘They can’t see me. Neither can I.’

‘Then how come…we…can…see…you…’ I stuttered.

‘Because you both are dead. So am I. I got it the moment I opened the door. But I didn’t know you had no realization of your own existence.’

The End….

Written by Chirasree, a dreamer.



The Shelter #PART 1( 2 min read)

The door opened after my husband had knocked at it the third time.

An old lady stood on the other side, grey hair loose open, dark circle around the eyes that looked tired, wrinkled skin indicating that her age wouldn’t be any less than 80.

My husband and I stole glances at each other; I wasn’t keen on the idea of knocking at a stranger’s door, but the heavy rain left us with no other choice.

‘Hello Aunty.’ Said my husband.

She narrowed her eyes, remained silent.

My husband continued, ‘…it’s raining heavily outside. We don’t have a vehicle…there’s no Auto or Cab available either. Do you mind if we wait inside until the rain’s over? We don’t even have a umbre-‘

‘Come in.’ The lady cut in; she sounded irritated.

We stepped in; the interior made my jaw drop in surprise as I didn’t expect it to be so well decorated and furnished, the reason being from the outside it looked quite old, fragile and scary.

‘Can we have some water?’ My husband asked.

She went into the Kitchen and came out with two glasses in her hand; we finished the water in a gulp. She stood silently, looking us up and down.

She laughed lightly – ‘I don’t think the rain’s going to stop anytime soon. You can spend the rest of the night here.’ She paused and looking behind us at the staircase, added, ‘go upstairs…all the rooms are empty.’

I shook my head and was about to say no, when my husband pressed my hand and grinning at the lady, said, ‘Thanks Aunty, that’d be great.’

‘But…is your family okay with us staying-‘ I opened my mouth but,

the lady cut in – ‘no worries.’

Taking my hand, my husband headed towards the staircase – ‘she’s right…what if the rain doesn’t stop until morning? It’s utter foolishness to decline her offer at this moment.’ He whispered and hurried his steps up the stairs.

I nodded – ‘but…isn’t it strange that -‘

I paused as my husband opened the door to one of the rooms; it was dark. The hallway was dimly lit by a small bulb; we were standing in the middle of it now.

He stepped inside the room, looking for a switch to turn on the lights.

‘Who is it?’ We heard a sudden hoarse voice coming from inside the room.

It sent a chill down my spine; suddenly the light turned on automatically.

But the room was empty.

‘Who is it?’ The voice shouted this time, but we could see nobody inside.

…to be continued…                                                                                    Part 2

Written by Chirasree, a dreamer.