I was 7 years old, when my dad purchased a new house in New Delhi. I was really excited to go there.
Finally, it was the day. We reached our new home. It was big, well lit, and airy. I instantly fell in love with that house. I asked my parents to allow me to live in the room on the ground floor. They agreed. The first week was good in the new house. But after 10 days, things started getting a little haunting.
I was sleeping peacefully on my comfortable bed. When, I heard someone hitting the ground of my room. He was screaming.
I didn't get scared. He shouted,"I'M STUCK HERE. LET ME GET OUT!" I ignored, and went to sleep in my grandparents' room. Days passed, I used to hear him every night, but never told this to my family.
But one Day, I asked my Dad, about the guy, who screams each night from the basement. My dad smiled. He said,"It's just your dream. There is no basement in the the house."
For the first time, I was scared. I asked my parents to stay in my room for on night. And they heard his voice too. And so did my grand parents.
Finally, we left the house. And my family never heard his voice again.
But, it's not the same with me. 9 years have passed, I still hear him beating the floor of my new house. I still hear him screaming. Each night, I check if he is there, under my bed. But, my family doesn't know anything about it.
I don't know where he is. You're reading this story, maybe he's there behind you. Maybe he is under your bed. Maybe, he'll beat your floor tonight. Beware.
