Hello! My name is Anagha and I am a 16 year old girl. I am about to tell you the story of a house which I believe is haunted. It was a year back that my father came home and told us that we are going to shift to Nainital because of his posting. Little did he know of the terrible incident that awaited us there.
A month later, we shifted to our new house in Nainital. It was a beautiful house made entirely of wood. We were a family of four-me, my younger brother Sunny and my parents. The day we moved in, Sunny fell ill. He vomited on the threshold as we entered the house. My mom said it was a bad omen. My mom is a bit superstitious.
The day wore on and evening turned into night. It was our first night in our new home. I pulled up my blanket and shut my eyes. Sunny was already asleep by my side. My parents were sleeping in the adjacent room. For some reason, I could not sleep and kept tossing from one side to the other. Night grew deeper. An owl hooted somewhere in the dark. And then I heard a clicking sound. The sound was coming from my wardrobe. I couldn’t fathom the mystery and got up to go to the bathroom. As I passed by the drawing room, I saw the flower vase lying on the floor. It wasn’t smashed. It seemed as if someone had lifted it from top of the table and gently placed it on the floor. At that point of time, I felt sure that it was Sunny’s doing. He must have impishly kept the vase on the floor while playing. I picked it up and placed it back on the table. I went to the bathroom. As I was heading back to my bedroom, I crossed the drawing room and, to my shock, discovered the vase lying on the floor again. I pointed this out to my father in the morning but he merely shrugged, not paying much attention to my ramblings. Personally, I developed the notion that my brother was the one who had tampered with the position of the vase. The incident was soon forgotten as I headed to my new school. My brother did not go to school. He had vomited again. Later that day, my father fetched a doctor who prescribed few medicines for Sunny.
Evening wore on, bringing with it a moonless night and an eerie darkness. It was our second night in the house. Slightly exhausted after my first day in school, I quickly drifted into a deep slumber…. I was walking through long, dark corridors. And then a man with the most gruesome face possible, jumped in front of me and barred my way. I looked up into his face and saw that he was a demon. I screamed. My scream woke me up and I heard the familiar clicking sound coming from my wardrobe. I decided to investigate. I got up, tiptoed across the room and pulled the wardrobe open. Icy cold air met my face. Perplexed and perturbed, I shut the wardrobe and turned around. A man was standing there by my bed. He had a gruesome face. It was the same man whom I had seen in my dream only a few minutes back. I screamed.
Somebody switched on the light and I found myself in my father’s arms. I told my parents what I saw. My mother got worried but my father insisted that I just had a nightmare. He comforted me. The night passed without any further incident. I was too scared to sleep. The clicking sound from the wardrobe continued.
By morning, I was convinced that we were not alone in this house. I told my parents about my suspicions but they merely laughed off the matter. A week passed without any further incident. And then the day arrived when the diabolical spirit manifested itself again. I was climbing the stairs when I felt a pair of invisible hands give me a sudden push. I fell head first down the stairs. My skull cracked open and I began to bleed profusely. I was taken to the hospital. The doctors tried hard but they could not save me.
A few days later, my parents and my brother vacated the house. My mother felt that the house brought ill-luck to the family. They have moved to a new home and I am watching them from above. My father never believed me but, in my mind, I am sure that the house was a haunted one.