I Ali Tauqeer have written this story with my writing partner Syed Arsalan Ahmad.
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Today I am going to narrate a series of events that happened to me and my friends. Its a strange tale and some of you might just not believe it. Others yet might just get too scared. But for for those of you who think it's just a story read on I urge you if you dare....
One day me and two of my friends were at my house. It was a weekend and having done our homework we were bored out of our minds. When suddenly Khusham came up with the idea that we should go to Murree. We immediately took the proposed idea to all three sets of parents. Having gotten their permission we decided to set off immediately.
In Murree we had tons of fun. We ate at a resteraunt,bought lots of practial jokes and magic tricks and went on some rides. By then it was getting quite dark so we decided to get going. On the way back to the car an old woman came to us. She had one of the most hideous faces I had ever seen. It was dark brown with a broken nose, bloodshot red eyes, bruised blue lips and crooked yellow teeth. She was selling corn cobs and in a high pitched voice that a man would use she begged us to buy some. We quickly bought some just to get away from her and even gave her a tip but all the while she kept on glaring at us. We got into the car and Arsalan quickly started the car and got us out of there.
We were discussing all the fun we had in Murree on the way back. Arsalan was about to turn on some music when suddenly the engine made a weird noise and died. And then the battery ran out. Now we were sitting in complete darkness in a car that wouldnt start, a long way from home. And then suddenly we heard an explosion and a green light shone for a few seconds. A cloaked figure stood where the explosion had taken place. I looked at Khusham and Arsalan both had pale white faces and I imagined I was looking much the same. As the figure came forward it took of its cloak. It was the corn cob woman....
As she came forward and I realized that she only had one arm. She suddenly broke into a run and reached our car. She then ripped the cars door off with her bare hand. We all screamed together, "Please let us go". But she just grinned. Then Khusham mustered some courage and said, "Who are you and what do you want?". In her mans voice she said, "I am Margeret and I want your souls". Suddenly Khusham shouted, "Arsalan the battery is back and so is the engine". Arsalan instantly stepped on the accelerator and the car moved forward but it spun out of control and went into the direction of a tree. The last thing I remember was the car hitting the tree and then I blacked out.
When we woke up we were in the hospital. The local police had found us, taken us to the hospital and contacted our parents. We all remembered what had happened. But no one believed us. The doctors said we had been hallucinating. But that left too many questions unanswered. Who was Margeret,what was she,was she even real? Perhaps we will never know.
The reader may have his own conclusions as to what happened. The reader may have his own opinion as to the authencity of the story.
NOTE FROM WRITERS
NEVER DRIVE LATE AT NIGHT
THE END?
