The loud bang of the door forced Arun to open his eyes. He was standing amid a dark hall, his whistle fading into the darkness. He took out hi lighter and lit a cigarette. As he looked at the door, the cigarette fell from his hand. He was inside Hall No.13. The same hall where the fire broke out last year taking hundreds of lives with it. It had been locked since then. There had been rumours that the hall was haunted. People told that they heard screams from it at night. Even Arun once thought that he noticed some movement inside when he was passing by that hall.
Arun cursed himself for not being careful. He tried to look around with the lighter in his hand. There were long rows of seats with shining silk cushions covering them. It was indeed a large hall. He became a little excited. He went on to the stage. The stage lights switched on by themselves. There was a microphone on a stand as if specially set up for him. He grabbed it and shook his hand in the air pretending to be a singer. But suddenly his eyes rolled on to the last row. He could make out the legs of somebody standing, the upper part hidden in the darkness. He felt shiver run down his spine. The lights suddenly went off. He felt the microphone slipping from his hands. He backed towards the door and tried to open the latch but it got stuck. Arun became tensed. The door rattled under his continuous blows. He felt some noise coming closer from far behind. His hands started trembling. But he didn't look behind. He now pushed the door with all his strength but that iron door didn't give way.
Suddenly he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He heard a voice,rather a low whisper," Hello, I make out that you are stuck here." Arun turned around, ready to face his fear. He gaped at what he saw. It was his uncle who had died last year. He continued," Don't you remember I had come to see your performance last year but . . ." Arun felt the ground slip form beneath his legs. His uncle put a hand on his shoulder and he felt everything fading away.
The next day he found himself lying on a stretcher. His friends told him him that he was found lying unconscious outside Hall No.13.
Arun got a life long lesson on that day-
Ghosts are not always evil.
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HORROR TALES
HorrorJust a collection of short horror stories that will take just a minute to complete and still not miss a chance to give you goosebumps. So grab a flashlight, switch off the lights and start reading . . . . WARNING : These stories are my own creatio...
