THE PERFECT HAUNTING
“Rose, are you ready? We are getting late for office.”
“Yeah, just 2 minutes” I answered my 2-year older boyfriend Chris.
I was about to leave when suddenly the telephone started ringing. I picked up the phone. “Hello? Who’s this?” I could only hear some hush sounds coming from the other side and a woman mumbling something. I again asked who was that and I could barely hear a voice saying “you’re going to die”. I ended the call. Kids nowadays are always ready with their pranks. I simply ignored the call. I went outside and saw Chris waiting for me inside the car.
Okay, let me introduce myself. I’m a 26 year old Indian girl, Rose Patel, came to Paris for my masters and initially got a job there. Chris and I met each other in our office. We both are software engineers. We both live in together in a rented house nearby. It’s been about 8 months we started living together.
It was our lunchtime in office. I looked at Chris. He was busy texting someone in his phone. He looked distracted. I thought it’s better not to disturb him. After office I was waiting for Chris to go home, we always return home together. But today he was nowhere to be found in the office. I called him but he was not even picking up his phone. I asked the security guard but to my surprise he said that he had already left a long time ago. I was surprised. “Why didn’t he inform me then?” Without wasting a single moment, I headed straight towards home. I was just wishing everything is alright. I reached and found the door locked from inside. He was already home. He opened the door and I just stood there completely taken aback.
The room was beautifully decorated with flowers, balloons and what not. I was completely awestruck. “Advanced happy birthday babe” Chris said.
Yeah, tomorrow is my birthday.
“Omg, thank you so much Chris, you did it all?”
“Yup, I have another surprise for you”. Saying that Chris showed me a picture of an amazing villa and said
“I booked this villa for both of us. This is a fantastic villa just near Paris. We will be celebrating your birthday there only. It’s going to be such a romantic weekend”. I couldn’t believe he was doing all this for me. I gave him a tight hug and kissed.
“Cring, cring” the telephone started ringing. Who the hell is calling at 5 am in the morning!!! It was already time for us to leave. I picked up. The same old hush sound. This time the voice was clearer and I clearly heard a woman saying “you’re gonna die”. This time I was a bit scared. Obviously, no kid is going to do prank at this time. “Come on, we are getting late”. Chris called from outside. I have to look into the matter once I come back.
I didn’t tell about the call to Chris, I didn’t want to worry him about it, he’s in a good mood. But still I was not able to keep it out of my head. “Who was that lady, was that a warning or a threatening, does she know we are going for a vacation?” So many questions were mingling in my head. I was not at all able to concentrate and enjoy the scenic beauty outside. Chris noticed it. He turned on the music. “Hey it’s my favorite song “I cooed. The thoughts instantly faded away. We both enjoyed the cool breeze and the beauty of nature. We wanted this since a long time. We both were tired of our everyday lives spending 15 hours in front of the computer just increasing the power of specs day by day.
We reached the villa after an hour. Truly it looked more beautiful than the picture he showed. It had a big lawn, a lake just in front a pool at the rooftop. Two men came out of the villa and took our luggage inside. Chris went inside and was instructing them something. I was busy exploring the garden when someone patted me from behind .
“Hey!! How are you”
“Charles, is it you?”
“Yeah, good to see you remember me” he smirked.
“How can I forget you” I hugged him. Charles and I were batch mates in our university. All I remember is he proposed me once but I rejected him. I was not at all interested with him that time. I don’t know whether he remembers that or not. I met him after a long time probably after 5 years. Hopefully he doesn’t remember. I was gossiping with Charles till Chris completed all the documentary works of the villa. He presently lives with his cousin brother and was a high school teacher. He looked the same but it seemed to me that he had lost all his liveliness.
“Have you too booked a room in this villa?” I asked him.
“Oh no, this villa belongs to my cousin brother. He is away for a week so I’m here like an alternative.” He told in one go.
We went inside the room. It was so big and cozy but it looked like there have been no guest for a long time. We spent the day sitting near the lake and the evening exploring the outskirts of the city and to celebrate my birthday at a 5 star restaurant. After having an amazing dinner, we came back to the villa.
At midnight, I suppose at 3am I heard a sound and woke up. Chris was not beside me. I looked for him in the room but he was nowhere. I looked from the window and saw a man standing near the lake. He looked like Chris.
“Chris? Is that you?” I shouted.
He waved at me. Though I didn’t see his face, but still, his physique, posture, gesture everything confirmed me that he was Chris. I turned around towards the bed and saw Chris standing right behind me. I was shocked. If this is the real Chris then who was he?
I looked near the lake again and to my utter disbelieve I could find no one there.
“To whom where you talking, Rose?” Chris asked me.
“I thought it was you near the lake” I mumbled.
Chris chuckled and said he was in the bathroom. The man near the lake was a bit creepy but even more creepy was his chuckle. Yes, it was not his laugh. I know him since a long time but he doesn’t laugh like that. I didn’t know what was happening and thought it misinterpretation to ease my plaguing mind.
Next day, I was searching for Charles so that we three could have our breakfast together. But Chris told me that Charles said to him he had some urgencies and had left. Bad luck. As I was spending more time with Chris, I noticed some changes in Chris. His speaking style, walking style, body language everything seemed unknown to me. Sometimes he looked at me in a creepy way, sometimes he disappears all of a sudden even sometimes he smirks and grins out of no reason .His scrutinizing gaze scared the hell out of me. I don’t know what was wrong with him since that night. He was not the man I knew.
In the evening we were sitting in the lawn when Chris asked me, “Why did you leave Charles?” I was completely awestruck. Chris had no way to know about it. I only told him that he was my friend.
“I didn’t leave him; he was just my friend. How did you know?” He narrowed his eyes enough for me to blurt out a lie.
“I know everything” he shouted at me. Then he suddenly stood up and went towards the room. I was surprised, puzzled by his behavior. That midnight he again disappeared and I found him standing near the lake, this time turning towards me and constantly smirking and glaring at me at the same time. Something was definitely wrong with him and Charles was somehow related with that.
Next morning, I went to the staffs and asked them to give Charles’s number. But what I heard from them completely made me speechless. They said they didn’t know anyone called Charles and their manager didn’t even send any person to be his alternative. They even told me that they never saw me with anyone else other that Chris. I immediately asked for the manager’s phone number and called him.
“Hello” he said in a heavy tone.
“Hi there, actually I’m a tourist at your villa. I just want to know that do you know anyone called Charles?”
“Yeah, he was my cousin. But why are you asking about him now?” he said.
“What do you mean by was?” I asked him. being highly strung.
“He committed suicide two years back cause a girl from his university didn’t accept his proposal. It’s a pity for us” his voice croaked.
I was completely dumbstruck. I didn’t know what to respond, I ended the call. Charles took his life only because I didn’t accept him? Why? Why did he do so? I fell down to my knees and tears rolled down my eyes. But I don’t have time for this. One thing striked my mind. Maybe it could be Charles’s spirit who had possessed Chris and that’s why he is behaving in a strange manner. Maybe his intention was to kill me or Chris. A chill went down my spine. I didn’t waste a single moment and called for a priest who would bless Chris. I did all this while Chris was sleeping in our villa room. The priest arrived after two hours while we were having our breakfast. Seeing the priest Chris started rolling his eyes at me.
“What’s wrong with you? Why did you call him? He’s going to ruin our vacation.”
“No Chris, please stay here. He’s going to just bless you”. I said. The priest looked at Chris, didn’t say a word and packed all his things and went out. I didn’t know why he did that. I ran after him and stopped him.
“Father, why are you going away? Is anything wrong?” I asked.
He replied in an angry tone “Are you too kidding with me? You are just wasting my time. He is not at all possessed by any spirit nor this villa is haunted” saying this he went away.
If this villa was not haunted then what about Charles? I talked with his spirit. What about Chris then? Why was he behaving like that? I had so many questions on my head but I didn’t have any answer. After the priest had left, Chris behaved with me very harshly. I felt like crying and leaving this place but I couldn’t leave him in such a situation.
At midnight I woke up again by some murmuring sounds as if some people were talking in the lawn very silently. I went towards the window, without making any noise, and I couldn’t believe my eyes to see Chris, Charles and the two staff members of the villa all together discussing something. It didn’t seem like Charles was a spirit or something. I tried to overhear their conservation but only heard Chris saying “Confuse her, scare her then kill her, then only she will understand the pain my brother felt”. Brother? I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this true or a nightmare? Chris was saying that? The man whom I loved, with whom I stayed with and cared for was making such a horrible plan with his brother Charles against me? And was trying to kill me? I was devastated. The only thing that came to my mind was to escape from here which was very hard. I took the car keys and my mobile and went out from my room. As I came down the stairs, I saw Chris and one of the staff members looking at me.
“What are you up to, Rose?” Chris asked me.
“Oh, I was feeling a bit dizzy so I thought of having some fresh air” I lied.
But Chris caught me and said “You are not going anywhere, you ugly bitch. I saw you trying to listen us” and then he gripped my hand. I tried to free myself from them but I was unable. I kicked his leg and freed myself. I ran as fast as I could but I saw all four behind me, chasing. They almost caught me but to my surprise I saw an unseen force who threw all four of them on the other sides of the road. I quickly reached my car and drove off. Finally, I escaped. I was so relieved but who was that who threw them away with so much force? There were so many thoughts going on my head that no combination of 26 alphabets can describe how I was feeling. I went to one of my friend’s house whom Chris didn’t know so that he couldn’t find me.
The next morning, I went to the police station and complained about him and his brother. But to my surprise the police already knew them. When Chris was 10 years old and Charles, 8 they helped their father to murder their mother. Their father was imprisoned for life but they were freed due to lack of evidence. Moreover, that villa belonged to them.
I was just thinking how they tricked me. Firstly, Chris joined my office only to win my heart so that he could take his revenge. Then after about a year later his time came, and he cleaned the villa and made it look like a hotel for tourists, he even hired two of his friends. Then I met Charles. He made Charles’s disappearance look like he was possessed by Charles’ spirit and acted according to that. He even made a false manager only to inform me that Charles’s was dead. But he didn’t imagine I would call the priest.
Such a clever plan only because I didn’t accept Charles’s proposal. But wait!!!! Remember about that phone call at the beginning of the journey and the unseen force? Could it be Charles’s and Chris’s mother whom they murdered who tried to warn me and saved my life?
THE GET TOGETHER
“Mom are you ready?” I asked.
“Yes dear, let’s go” she replied.
Today my mom and I are very excited. Today we are going to meet with our father after a long time. I can’t really explain how happy and excited I am. After a lot of struggle and patience we are getting to meet him. But the sad part is the meeting period is very short, just 10 minutes.
On our way I was thinking what questions I will be asking him. There are so many but I can’t ask all of them. We reached the place after some time. Mr. Morgan was waiting for us. He was the medium through which we are going to talk with him.
He was seeing us in a very strange manner as if he hasn’t seen people like us before. Yes, I admit we are different because we are new to this place but yet we look like human beings.
“Good morning Mrs. Evans, I was just waiting for you and your son.” he said to us.
“Is everything ready? We can’t wait to meet him; hope you can understand” my mom said to him.
“Yes. The whole process is to be of 20 minutes and you can talk to him for about 10 minutes, not more than that otherwise it can be risky for me” he said.
Though we were disappointed upon hearing the time limit but still we nodded.
Then he took us inside a room. It was a dark room, in fact very dark.
Okay, let me clear the fact. We are going to do planchette. This is the only method and medium of our contact with him.
My mom and I haven’t talked with him since the day we two died in a road accident a year ago but my father survived!!!!
It’s really a special day for both of us.
“Yeah, I will be there by 8 pm. See you soon”. I ended the call. Anna called me. Oh! Let me introduce her. Actually, she was my best friend when we were kids When she was 11 her parents died in a road accident, after that she was sent to her uncle’s house in Boston. From that day we lost contact. There was not even a single day I missed her. She has gone through a lot of tragedy. Thanks to social media, that I found all her whereabouts and regained our friendship. And she was coming back to Los Angeles, my city. I was overjoyed.
With cakes, toffees and many other presents I rang the doorbell. It was someone’s house that she was staying in, definitely not a hotel or a rented house. And there she opened the door. In a red long gown, hair tightly tied at the top she gave me a tight hug. I really missed it and wanted it since a long time.
After a lot of chit chat, I asked her the question which I wanted to since I came to her house. “Hey, is this a kind of hotel? It doesn’t look like that” “Oh no, it is one of my friend’s house, she is away for a week so she told me to stay here only”. I was not happy, a bit jealous, moreover I was her best friend, she could have stayed with me. But still I forgot the issue.
We ate snacks, danced, sang and did all the things that we missed for so many years. At last, she went to prepare the dinner. I was sitting idle. I thought of exploring the house, a stranger’s house. I was just exploring when I saw a strange thing, a family photograph of an old man and an old woman. There was not even a sign of teenager or anyone in her 20’s or even 30’s living in that house that could be her friend. As I was exploring the house my curiosity grew more and more. Next, I went to the bedroom. I was just coming back when my eyes went under the bed. I could see a toe finger out just under the bed. Maybe it could be some kind of a doll or something like that, but wait! Isn’t the finger big enough for a doll? I was just about to check it out when all of a sudden, my mobile phone started ringing. It was my neighbour Frank. I picked up.
“Hi there, have you heard the news?” he sounded quite nervous.
“A serial killer has murdered about 6 people in the morning itself. A victim somehow managed to survive and described her as a young woman in her 20’s wearing a red long gown, blonde hair tightly tied up…” Frank continued the description.
As he was describing her what came to my mind was a clear picture of Anna. Her red long gown, the house and the creepiest part was that toe finger. It must be of the old house owner whom Anna had killed. I was dumbstruck, frightened, no combination of 26 alphabets can describe how I felt. Only one thing that came to my mind was to escape from that house. As soon as I turned around, I found Anna standing right behind me with a horrifying cunning smile. Before I could do anything, she placed a knife on my stomach and started stabbing me.
“Noooooo….” I cried out. “Oh, Thank God, it was a dream” I gasped. “What type of dream I started having” I thought to myself. I was just going to freshen up when my phone started ringing.
“Hello Emily, I’m Anna. I just landed to Los Angeles today. Will you be coming to my house today? I will text you the address after sometime”
A cold shiver ran down my spine.