A horror story. Ghost of the stairs

Now I know. (I know…. I just know things, weird stuff etc.).

Now it's night here, let's talk about some horror stuff, real horror stuff.

See,

What do you see in the voids around you?

nothing.

But, trust me there is something,

Something that has been there with you, keeping an obdurate eye on you.

Satan, yes, Satan is the grim reaper. An open enemy for humans.

They take forms according to your weaknesses and make you believe in what you should not believe.

Now, of course there are many incidences that you may have heard or knew about that, you may not believe but those who believe most of them did not know, what they must be knowing.

My father worked as an employee in a government office of FCI (food cooperation of India). He just wanted his goal to be achieved, that is, a house for us. I am so thankful to him for everything he provided sometimes going out of his budget.

He was short of money for the plot of land he was hoping to annex but someone out of nowhere appeared to my father to offer a plot of land with a meagre price tag, little did we know that it was haunted and not even that, the street, gali was called the Bhutahi gali,

The breath taking silence and desertness were the clear cut evidence for it

My father had some idea about that plot but he ignored and did not give a damn heck about this, he gave the contract for the house and within a year we shifted in.

Bam, first day first show for the alienating morbid, nothing happened.. thankfully.

Next day, sister coming with mountain of books rearranging it in a bookshelf, whenever we had quarrels I know how to get revenge, just misplace her books, that's it. They were her precious possessions.

My sister was studying, it was 11:00 pm at night.

"Api, can you please switch off the bulb, it's damn hurting my eyes".

She switched it off, turning on the study lamp and studying. She was in intermediate and was a topper in her matriculation, she was given the star award in her icse board's. (really)

RIGHT beside our house there were ruins of the haveli. Yes, we were living in the abandoned haveli, extending to hectares of land, one of which we totally banished it and reconstructed according to the architectural abstract, and the plot beside us was also purchased but hardly anyone came to look after it, it was full of bushes and serpents. Hissing sound and what not, can be heard.

I woke up, it was late night. I could hear the ticking of the clock. I saw my sister sleeping in her bed. I tread forward clumsily. I got some goosebumps, out of nowhere, I turned back and heard stamping sound at the staircase, my fear was increasing and all my senses became active ready to flee from there, I moved forward and gazed from the corner, I could make out the apparition, it's outline in the pitch black darkness vanishing in the black hole, I could not hold on another stare, I fled banging at my parents door, my mom opened the door I made up my mind am going to leave my sister alone and sleep with my mom and dad, I know that's not going to happen.

“Aquib, you must not fear…. ", he said in a most manly voice.

"But Pops",

He took me to stairs and made me stand for 2-3 minutes. I stood there saw nothing.

“Coward ghost”, I blathered and saw my sister smiling at me.

“Why is my family normal about it? I kept thinking about it.

I looked out through the window it was pitch dark outside, I hastily Cloacked myself in my quill and slept waking up irritated by the sun beam piercing my eyes.

"Why God, why the night is so short and days always long, taking forever to end", I complained to God.

God must be replying, “Really? "Son".

I must have been thanking him.

I rearranged my stuff unpacking from my cartoons.

"Wanna play carrom board?" I know she would deny even though she was a champion in carrom.

"No, I have to solve my physics objectives".

"Go on nerd", feeling pissed off.

I ended up studying with her, trying to solve some pipe cistern problems and unitary problems. Today my grandma and grandpa would arrive, I know it's for me. I then realize it's for me. Grandma and grandpa would live with us, we were excited. I was feeling so happy I was pitying the ghost,

"Damn ghost you will now have a tough time", I thought discerning with the ghost.

This time my sister shifted to join my grandpa because she loved him a lot and he, in return loved her to death, he would polish her shoes, do her uniforms and press them neatly, she was his princess.

A few months later,

Everyone of my family came to the funeral of my grandfather.

My sister was grieving feverishly.

And his death made her so upset that she lost the pace in her studies for a month or so and because of this her marks in her test drops to 80s she was the type of student whose marks would always be in 90s.

Till now the actual cause of his death is unknown, he fell down while at night and, God knows, he ended in a weird fracture at his back and then after few weeks he left us with the heavenly demise. He was not that old, he was a sporty person and played football in his days.

My nanny too expired in our house, when she started living with us.

"Strange"

My sister was most affected by the paranormal activities.

The voice of the stamping grew louder each, and it was nearly impossible for me to cross the stairway lane. Something kept vexing me and sister and myself. Things always seemed dead and strange.

Her books fell down abruptly, she always doubted me but I always insisted that it wasn't me, that ended up in petty quarrel until one night her books fell down right in front of her eyes, she ended up holding me tightly and screaming in my ears, almost rupturing my tympanum.

Small plethora of things becoming usual that I cannot recall even. The taps went on by itself, sometimes the tip tap sound etc. Ghost really have no job they all are relentless.

I could still remember the closed windows banged open suddenly in the midnight, during our examination days, my parents never showed the fear in front of us, that gave us impetus. They would always behave as it's normal.