Ghost Stories From Goa - The Padre Of Monte Hills

Qiril was returning home on his motorbike, after leaving a party in the middle of the night. An angry call from his wife, made him leave reluctantly. All the way, he whined and cursed throughout.

“Oh God, what did I do to deserve this? Couldn’t you have destined some other girl for me? Just two years passed, marrying her. And I am already feeling like living in hell. I hate you, woman...”

After passing the Hospicio Hospital bus stand, he took a left turn and entered the Hospicio Hospital Road. To his left, the large building of Hospicio Hospital was standing. To his right, a cemetery was there. The howling of street dogs enhanced the creepy ambience. He had just passed the cemetery when he saw a pack of street dogs barking and howling, facing the road that led to his house. There was a junction right ahead, from where a narrow road would go to the Monte Hills.

Qiril slowed down and stopped, looking in the direction of the dogs. A few moments later, he heard someone chanting hymns in Latin. Surprised, he squinted, trying to see who was chanting late in the night. He didn’t have to wait long. An obscure figure came into view, holding a small torch made of a wooden stave in its left hand. In the right hand, an object that looked like a thurible dangled. However, there was no smoke coming from it.

Qiril climbed down from his motorbike and went near that figure curiously. When he was about twenty feet away, he realized from the person’s attire, that it was a padre. With a smile, Qiril went near the padre.

“Oh, padre! What are you-”, shocked, Qiril staggered back and fell to the ground.

There was no head on the padre’s torso. His right hand held the severed head by the hair, and it dangled, glaring at him. Screaming, Qiril ran for his life in the opposite direction, leaving his motorbike.