HORROR....

10 years back, in the month of June, I with my four friends geared up to travel all the way to TSOHG city. It was located in the heart of HCTIW TOWN. We had no clue how we won our tickets in the Mega bonanza.

Yeah, so we hired a four wheeler enough for four of us, packed our luggage and started our journey sharp at 10pm (Surprised right, well the taxi driver honked right at 10 pm and was eerily adamant to leave us, if we didn’t get aboard then). So we got ourselves comfortable inside the so-called Sedan and chit-chatted all the way we do on reaching.

Surprisingly my vision diverted to the tattooed nape of the taxi driver. I had seen the symbol somewhere but couldn’t quite remember. Anyway, who’s bothered to waste time rewinding the events. Ha! So we were halfway in out travel when tyres suddenly punctured. The driver got off to check and all we could do was get down and stretched a bit. 

I scanned my surroundings; it was ghostly silent with no noise. Only the driver was busy tending the wheel with his torchlight on. The canopy was high and vast enough to block any ray of light. Oh why were we struck here! My friends argued whether to stop or continue our walk further to find a suitable vehicle. The driver didn’t seem to pay any attention, so we made our way ahead. 

It was almost 3 am when we spotted a deserted building nearby. No street lights on path, we moved slowly to the entrance and knocked on the door thrice, yet no sound. Suddenly, a waft of air kissed my skin and I turned about only to come face to face with the same taxi driver. His face was half burnt and he wore a cloak hiding his body. I shrieked but no voice came out. My friends were lying unconscious in the lawn. I tried to run but found my feet stuck. The driver lifted me high in the air and threw me inside the building. I fainted.. 

I woke up with throbbing headache. A dagger was piercing my flesh. And three swords were pushing inside my stomach. But why couldn’t I feel any? It felt like I was dead. The driver sat in front puffing his cigarette (Strange right?). I tried to get on my knees and found myself tied against the wall. 

What had actually happened? The driver faced me, his eyes burning coal.

He laughed evilly, sound resonating. He said- ‘ YOU ARE A FOOL TO VISIT THIS PLACE. THIS IS A HAUNTED HOUSE OF THE DEAD WHO HAD BEEN KILLED MERCILESSLY FOR DOING NOTHING. AND I AM THE RULER. ANYONE WHO VISITS THIS PLACE HAS TO DIE. THAT IS MY REVENGE AND SO ARE YOU.’

I understood why I couldn’t feel the excruciating pain. But I wanted solace. I wanted to die completely if all he wanted. Then why was my soul stuck with him? Why couldn’t I rest in peace? It was all because of all who dies had to drink their blood and avenge the bad. But I didn’t do anything.

The driver travelled me to a room at the far corner and strangled me because I wasn’t willing to drink blood. He gagged me and punched hard. I could feel nothing. My fingers noted some powder kept nearby. I took a handful and forcefully spread all over the driver. He seemed to cough and then his entire cloak pulverized. I was finally FREE! BUT DEAD!

I am still alive as I tell you my story. Yes! I might be watching you right now. And this is my tale. I could not die because I wanted to live.

But through this tale, I can tell you that the building is no more haunted and the place I visited was-

GHOST city (TSOHG city, you read that above) situated in the WITCH TOWN (Haha! Read above more carefully, all backwards). Don’t be afraid of me, I won’t do you any harm. And the tattoo on the driver’s neck….

The tattoo seemed too real to me and I was surprised when I got to know the secret. The driver had been working for my family since I was born. But after my schooling, his whereabouts weren't known. 

My dad later got to know that the driver had committed suicide due to less income and big family. What specifically pushed was the fact that he used to work all loyal, but he never liked me. One of the child which was born to him was a transgender and his wife never wished for abortion. Over the period of time, he had murdered the baby.

When his wife got to know, she herself committed suicide. And in the span of time, the driver didn't know what to do. His spirit became rebellious and was in search of the right time to kill me. Henceforth, when on the full Moon night, his power was the fullest, he captured me alive and got me here. 

I'm not sad. I'm hurt. Because people don't believe in equality. Because I reflected his song and I hate him because he never bothered to care for his child. For a parent, children are the most precious gift. I'm happy to die today, because my family won't be bothered. I'm sad for the driver who died, because he was ashamed of his son...