That Old Man
(concluding part-please see my post of 27th Sep for first part of the story)
The doorbell rang.
“Now what?” he muttered.
He opened the door. It was Ranjeet
who was at the door.
“Why are you so upset?” Ranjeet asked.
He had sensed that Pratap was angry and flustered.
“Did you see that old man?” he asked
abruptly.
“I didn’t see anyone?”
“How can that be? He just left my place.
You would have passed him in the corridor or stairs.”
“There was no one in the corridor or the
stairs. I would have seen him if someone had been there.”
“How is that possible? He could not
have gone out in a split second.”
“But why are you agitated? Who was
that old man? What did he want? Did he say anything?”
Pratap told everything about the old
man.
“I can’t believe it. Someone came to
meet you; he said he was a ghost and that he lives in the house you have
bought.”
“Yes. But I am sure that someone is playing
tricks with me, some dirty game.”
“Why don’t you call Ajay Lal?”
Ranjeet suggested.
Pratap called Ajay Lal. After usual
chit chat he made a polite query about his grandfather.
“Actually my grandfather passed away
when I was a small child. But I recall that many years later my father had once
told me that he suspected that his father was poisoned to death by someone my
grandfather totally trusted,” said Ajay Lal.
“Do you perchance have any photograph
of your grandfather?” asked Pratap
“I don’t think I have any such photograph.
But why are you getting interested in my grandfather?” Ajay Lal asked.
“Oh! I was just curious about the
person who built that beautiful house,” Pratap ended the conversation.
Ranjeet had been listening attentively.
“We are no wiser than we were. Let us go and check for ourselves.” Ranjeet
said.
“Check what?” Pratap asked.
“Check if anyone is living in that house?”
“I have twice inspected that house.
It is a deserted place; no one has been living there for years.”
Pratap was getting suspicious about
the whole affair. He was sure that there was something fishy about the old man
who claimed that he was a ghost. But Ranjeet insisted and, unwillingly, he went
with him.
The main door was locked. Pratap had
a key. He opened the door. The moment they entered the house Pratap felt that
someone was in the house.
He heard some noise coming from
somewhere inside the house.
“There is someone in the house. Did
you hear that noise?” he asked Ranjeet.
“No, I didn’t hear anything.”
When they entered the bedroom Pratap
was shocked to see the old man who had come to meet him.
“What are you doing here? How did you
enter the house?” Pratap asked the old man.
“I am packing my things. I have to
leave this place now that you have rendered me homeless. I will be done
shortly. I don’t own very many things,” old man replied in a sad voice.
“Whom are you talking to?” Ranjeet
asked. He was shocked and bewildered by Pratap’s behaviour.
“He is the man who came to meet me
today,” Pratap replied pointing to the old man.
“Are you in your senses? There is no
one here except two of us.”
“Don’t you test my patience, Ranjeet.
This man who is packing his things in this room met me today. He is trying to
trick me with his nonsense,” Pratap said in anger again pointing to the old
man.
Ranjeet was now scared. He could see
no one in that room. He almost shouted, “Let us leave this place, right now.”
He literally pushed Pratap out of the
house.
“What is wrong with you?” Pratap
asked.
“Don’t you understand? I didn’t see
anyone in that room. And still you insisted that there was an old man in there.
Same man who came to meet you and claimed that he was ghost.”
“So what? I don’t care, it’s some
dirty trick.”
“Pratap, he is a ghost. He is perhaps
unhappy with you because you have bought this house. He has made himself
visible to you and not to anyone else.”
“That is nonsense.”
“Then why could not I see him? Why
could not I hear him? You were talking to him but I didn’t hear his voice, I
did not see him.”
Pratap was about to say, “It is a
sinister conspiracy and even you are a part it.”
But before he could say anything he
saw the old man leaving the house. He was looking forlorn and sad. Slowly,
rather mournfully, he walked towards Pratap. For the first time Pratap felt
uncertain.
Old man said, “I am not a vile ghost;
don’t be scared. I don’t mean any harm to you. I love this house. Please take a
good care of it. I wish I could continue to stay here. But it can’t be. All my
life I didn’t hurt even a fly. Still someone I trusted poisoned me. When I
became a ghost I did not bother even a child. Still I have been rendered
homeless.”
He suddenly left without waiting for
Pratap’s reply. Pratap’s face turned pale. Ranjeet looked at his friend and a
cold shiver passe through his heart.
“What happened? Did you again see
him?” he asked Pratap in a tremulous voice.
“No,” said Pratap. He rushed towards
his house. Ranjeet had to literally run to keep pace with him. An uneasy
silence followed them.
The moment they reached Pratap’s
house, Pratap said, “I think I will not buy that house.”
Even before Ranjeet could say
anything Pratap entered his house and locked the door from inside.
© i b arora
Never thought you were capable of generating weird eerie stories like this. I was reminded of the popular Bollywood movie Lage Raho Munnabhai. There, Mahatma Gandhi comes as a good natured apparition that only the hero of the movie can see and interact with.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the young aged readers must have experienced some chills reading this story.
thanks,nice you could read it, and do have a look at my flash fiction posts on this blog
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