The Mysterious Bungalow

One day I had planned to go for cycling of about 8 kilometers during the evening, my friends and I set off at 4pm sharp in the evening, the sky was clear, and the sun was ready to set in almost 2 hours. We planned to go to Cubbon Park, which almost took half an hour or due to extreme traffic conditions it might take an hour by the time we reached it was almost 5:15pm there was a little bit delay as we had stopped near an ice cream shop for refreshment.

The climate was quite good we parked our cycles and enjoyed playing there and we went for walks, discussed many things and we went on the roller coaster and the dancing teapot rides which were extremely amazing. Before we left we took selfies and photos. Therefore, by the time, we enjoyed everything it was around 7 pm so we started our way back to home and will returning back there was an unexpected and complete change in the climate, it became cloudy and windy and after a few minutes, it started to rain. We did not bring umbrellas nor raincoats and hence we decided to take shelter at an old house because it was nearby so we did not hesitate and immediately and rushed in. The house looked a bit creepy and it was filled with spider webs and dust.

However, we had phones with us, which gave a little bit of relief for us, but the most sarcastic part was that it had no battery, which were drained up when we took selfies and we did not realize that it was switched off. So we had no choice rather than going inside that house were everything looked hooked and crooked. We stayed there for forty-five minutes and that time was the most terrible and thrilling. We heard noises of a man screaming in the first floor of the same building and to say it was a bungalow, it was a bit weird as it appeared like a house from outside. We went to the first floor to check what was that noise there was a shadow of a man calling us towards him. None of us went there but that shadow emerged towards us we started to run towards a stairs, which took us to the second floor, it had a painting of a woman.

For god’s sake we had a torch with us we flashed it on the painting but the most horrifying thing was we spotted nothing. Therefore, we decided to leave that house but we could not find the stairs to go down to the ground floor. Each one of us held our hands and started to walk towards a room. When we switched on the torch, there appeared a figure of a small boy with a ball in his hands, we started to scream, and we rushed downwards with the help of an emergency exit passage. We went back to our respective houses. It was around 9 pm when we reached our houses. The following Sunday when we went there, the house was not present and it was a graveyard, after seeing it we had goosebumps on our skin. It was the worst experience and hence we decided not to go cycling again to Cubbon Park.