The Dress

Knock knock

Who's there? she opened the door-There was none

Knock knock this time it was from inside-Inside the cupboard, sweat rolled from her forehead, she rolled her eyes to see who it was. There was none she heard only the voice.

Whooo...whoo is it she shouted -Her voice trembled in fear..!!

Give my wife's dress - she heard a voice. Who are you ? which dress you are talking about? she asked. My wife's dress which she wore for her funeral is with your clothes you have picked it from terrace, you are also using the dagger which I used to kill her and finally, you are living in the house where I hung myself to the same fan you sleep under every day..get out of my house...!

Reema threw the dress which she picked it up from the terrace while taking her dresses which she has put to dry and also the shining dagger which attracted her. As she threw the dress and dagger a hand from the cupboard picked it up and disappeared....

After few days...!!

It's my dress throw it out...!! Reema's voice was heard.