...Hauntings..

...Home Delivery...

HOME DELIVERY                                                                                                                                        Manipur, (India)

One of the most beautiful demographic regions of India are the seven sister states in the north east; scenic and calm with abundant mountains and descent crowd. One state among the seven is the State of Manipur, home to very simple folk and great folklore

There is a story very common among the newer generation here. The story is about a pizza place that had opened recently and had shut down in six moths of opening because of certain strange happenings

The story is almost years old now but people in Manipur still narrate it and the mere mention of the story creates an eerie atmosphere all around...

It was almost ten O clock in the night. The manager of Yum's Pizza was getting ready to close the joint. The reservation phone on his table started ringing. The manger picked up the call and reiterated his rehearsed lines that he had been using on every customer the whole day, "Good evening Yum's Pizza, this is the manager, May I assist you?" He waited for the caller to reply, "Hi I would like to place an order for a large plain cheese pizza". The manager immediately started noting the details of the order. After successfully noting the address, he asked, " in whose name should I generate the bill, Sir?" the reply was almost instantaneous " in the name of, late Jacob Perry".

The manager started laughing on the phone, "Sir, it is the last order, with all due respect the joke is much appreciated but my delivery boys are getting late and I would need a proper name", there was a short pause before the caller replied "If you feel it is a joke why do you not come and deliver the Pizza yourself and have a look" saying this the caller hung up the phone. The manager gave a disgruntled look and sent the kitchen order transfer slip for the order to be processed.

The last pizza boy present on duty was Peter. He was wearing his raincoat as it was raining outside like it always did throughout the year in Manipur. The manager called out to him "Hey peter, last delivery, I think you should do it, the address is close to your house. It's the tenth and the last house in your lane". Peter knew the place very well so he agreed.

The manager packed the pizza neatly and placed it in a bag for peter to carry. Peter started his bike and started riding through the winding mountain roads to the desired destination.

Once he was on the lane he started counting the house numbers. As mentioned it was the last house on that lane. The house looked like any other in Manipur with sloping tin roofs and off white walls, the paint was coming off in certain places because of the frequent and heavy rains. Peter carried the pizza in the bag to prevent it from getting wet in the rain. He reached the main door of the house and started hunting for a doorbell, he soon relised, there wasn't any

Peter knocked on the wooden door with his bare hands and waited for someone to open the door. He could see lights being turned on through the window and hear someone's footsteps advancing towards the door. The door opened slightly and a man peeked out. He must have been in his forties or fifties but it was difficult to tell. "Yes" he said looking at Peter. "Sir, there was a pizza delivery for a Mr. Jacob Perry". Peter patiently waited for a reply, the reply, was a very unexpected one. "I am sorry you seem to be at the wrong place, there is nobody here by the name of Jacob Perry". Peter was very sure he had come to the right house. With time he was feeling dejected because he realized if the order became cold, he would have to pay for it from his salary.

The guy standing on the door started laughing "Oh my god! You should look at your face, I am messing with you mate, and I am Jacob Perry". Peter gave a smile too and handed him the pizza. "Wait here let me get the cash for you" saying this the man disappeared inside t. After he left, Peter started peeking through the gap in the door. Inside he could see an elaborate dining hall, behind which were a set of two rooms. As his eyes were scanning the whole environment inside, he eyes suddenly fell on something that gave him goose bumps. On one of the walls, in the drawing room, hung a picture with a garland. The picture was of the man who had come to open the door a while ago. Peter was lost in his thoughts when he saw the man coming out of the room with the cash in his hands