The Unknown

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic



Old Peter stays alone in his huge, dilapidated ancestral house in the middle of “nowhere”. It’s been 10 years since his wife has passed away. They had no children. Since then he is alone..., just awfully alone in this house. “Nowhere” is not the name of the place but no one would ever protest either if you call it so! The place was once a beautiful, serene village with little houses scattered here and there. The people were cheerful and kind and almost everyone had his own farmland. Peter’s great-great-grandfather was a rich man but unlike most rich men of that time, he rejected the over-liveliness of towns and cities. The crowd, buildings, concrete roads, vehicles... everything seemed to conspire against his peace of mind. Towards the end of his life, he shifted to this lovely village and built his own house, rather a castle, and lived peacefully. Over the years, people moved out of the village to the towns and cities. Almost no one is left now except Peter. He inherits his great great grandfather’s nature and enjoys the solitude. The farmlands and the river are enough to satisfy his basic needs. Though, daily activities are getting tougher and tougher to be managed all alone as he grows older... still, he is happy! He wants to spend the rest of his life alone in this “dreamland”. 

That evening, after a light supper, Peter went to bed. His eyelids were soon heavy with the burden of slumber. He calmly sank into his bed and went into a deep sleep. But tonight was different... Peter suddenly woke up hearing a noise from downstairs. The noise of someone breaking open the main door. Thief!!? But why would a thief come in the middle of nowhere and break open into his house!? Peter lied there perplexed for a while. Thoughts raged through his head. If he’s a thief, he would silently surrender whatever little belongings he has. But... what if the thief harms or kills him!? He does not know what are his intentions! His aged head could not worry any more... Fear grasped him, but his age did not permit hi m to leave his room and check what’s happening. He stealthily got up from his bed and went near the door of his room. He then locked the door from inside and went back to his bed waiting for the next event.

Strangely, the night passed, and it was morning. After going to bed last night, Peter kept on hearing some footsteps downstairs but it did not last long. The noises disappeared faster than expected. Peter tried his best to hear if the footsteps were approaching the room. But no... its gone.. silence prevailed. He did not know when he had fallen asleep and now, it’s morning. Mild sun rays peeped through his open window by the bedside. Did the thief leave?? What did he take? Where did he come from!? Or.. there was no one.. no noise.. he built up everything in his head.. perhaps, he heard wrong.. Anyway, it's a fine morning. Peter left his bed and opened the door.. His heart was beating against his ribs! He could feel it. Slowly, he moved out of his room .. the stairs.. then the hall. No one was there. He felt relieved.. but the main door??? yes, it was broken! Someone had broken it last night.. he was not wrong. He stole a glance across the hall once more and approached the door. The wooden door had weakened over centuries yielding it easy to be broken.. He tried to lift the door from the floor. It was a bit too heavy for him. But, he knew he had to fix it by himself. May be, sometime during the day, he would do it...

As usual, he went out to take a stroll in his garden after breakfast. The word “garden” would be quite a fancy to use. The once garden is now a ...mini forest with wild trees everywhere, untrimmed bushes and thickets and even thorny climbers at places. Lot of questions and doubts still hovered in his mind. There was nothing missing from the hall but things were displaced...like the cushions on the sofa, a few antique items on the shelves etc. Time flew. He did not see anyone around. He could not fix the door completely. He just lifted it and kept it resting against the wall near the entrance. Anyone could set it aside and enter. Peter feared the night coming.

Today, he went to bed a little early and locked his room from inside. He lied on the bed with his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. Again! Some creaky noise from downstairs. Peter could not rest anymore. Tonight, he mustered all his courage and decided to check. His legs were heavy and protested his every step towards the door. Gasping heavily, he unlocked the door. He was holding a candle in his hand. Should he go out with the candle?? He could not decide. He heard some footsteps and crackling sound from the old sofa in the hall. Someone is there!! Finally, with a heavy breath, he quietly opened the door.. just enough for him to slide the candle through the opening first...and then his body. He could see the sofa in the hall from there. The cushions were again displaced but no one was there. The main door was also displaced from where he had exactly kept it.. . An eerie silence prevailed but it did not last long. All of a sudden, he heard some heavy footsteps on the hall’s floor.. just footsteps..no sign of anyone..! The footsteps quickly approached the main door.. the broken door was just flung aside by what felt like a heavy gust of wind!! And then, silence...........

Peter opened his eyes. His whole body was in pain. He was lying on the floor just outside his room. The extinguished candle and the holder was also lying beside him. He remembered last night.. scene by scene.. and realised he had fallen unconscious! What did he see last night? Or felt? It was not a thief!.. not a person even! Then..? Throughout his life, he had listened to many ghost stories.. When he was young, his grandfather used to tell him stories of ghosts and he loved those.. He loved the way it would frighten him but he knew.. those were just stories.. He would never believe in a ghost until he sees one!! Last night, he did not see one.. He felt it!! He had no other explanation in his mind for his sightings. He could also think that it was a dream..a hallucination.. or he has lost his mind with his age.. but no... the broken door, the cushions.. those cannot be just a projection of his unsound mind! Ghosts are real..and he had felt it with all the senses in his body..
A chill ran down his spine...

10 years passed...
Lucas was lying in his bed trying to sleep. He still cannot forget that night. Once he was a very brave young man who did not believe in ghosts. He had got to know from his friends about a haunted house  in a village not far from his place. People used to say that they always felt the presence of “someone” whenever they passed that house. They believed that the house was still occupied by the owner’s ghost who had passed away from a heart attack just a few days after his wife’s death. Lucas, at once, decided to visit the house and spend the night there. He did as planned. On the first night, he broke open the door. It was dark inside. To challenge his courage to the fullest, he did not carry any light. He lied on the sofa in the hall. Nothing happened. Next day morning, he left the place. He came back to his village to boast about his courage. That night, he again decided to go back to that house. He was overwhelmed in applauding his own courage. When he went near the door, he was a bit baffled. The door was resting against the wall. In a minute, realising that he is giving into stupid fears, he set the door aside and went inside. Like the previous night, he lied on the sofa and soon closed his eyes. After a while, he felt some faint light in the room. He opened his eyes. The light came from upstairs.. from a candle that was floating in the air!!! Lucas could not believe his eyes! At first, he was petrified with fear and then he rushed towards the door. He flung the door aside and ran out of the house. 
A chill ran down his spine...


Submitted: February 11, 2021

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