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STORY TIME: The haunted house
“I don’t believe it; there aren’t any ghosts, witches or haunted houses, and no matter what you two say, I shan’t believe it,” I announced firmly to Imran and Farhan.
“Raza, the house on lane 15 is truly haunted. Strange noises come from it and nowadays weird wails are heard at night. The owners were found murdered and nobody was ready to...” Imran began.
“That’s rubbish,” I told him.
“It isn’t,” insisted Farhan.
“Prove it,” I challenged him.
“Go inside the house and stay there for a couple of hours. You’ll get to know the truth of my words then.”
So it was settled. I was to stay for two hours in the so- called haunted house that night. My two pals were sure that I would come running out screaming but I was not so sure. although I have to admit that I felt a bit creepy inside the house. There were no other houses on the street but people from the other lanes had reported that wailing sounds were being heard from the place for the past two nights.
I had barely spent ten minutes in the house when I heard someone weeping. It was sad and creepy at the same time. I wanted to run away yet investigate all at the same time. Finally I ventured further inside the house (though common sense alone should have stopped me) with the help of a torch. The crying sound got louder, and hearing it I almost wanted to weep myself; the sound seemed to be coming from one of the rooms. I tried to open it but it was locked. As I tried to open the door, the sobbing abruptly stopped and moments later, a girl’s voice rang out asking, “Who’s there?”
I was frightened out of my wits but my feet were glued to the ground. The voice came again pleading me to help her. The girl told me her name and said that she was a nine-year old and had been kidnapped by two men three days ago. She had been brought here in the night two days ago and locked in the room with some food and drink, with only a torch for light. She repeated her plea for help.
I tried to open the door again, but to no avail. Sweating, I told the girl inside the room that I would call the police to break open the door I ran outside and to my own house two lanes away, and from there I called the police. At first the constable was skeptical, but then agreed to come when I gave him the girl’s name.
I ran back to Lane 15 and fifteen minutes later a police mobile came with the girl’s parents. I led the inspector inside the house and gave him my information. The constables broke open the door and then I saw the girl whom we had just rescued and who was delighted to be reunited with her relieved parents.
The girl’s parents thanked me again and again. They said that they had an old feud with some people, who were behind this terrible crime.
The next day Imran and Farhan were stunned to learn that the house was not haunted, that the source of the wailing sounds for the past two days was a kidnapped girl, and that the ‘haunted’ house had been used by kidnappers to keep their victim, as no body ever had the courage to investigate. I had helped someone in trouble and had proved my pals wrong at the same time.
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