The haunted hostel

Reads: 600  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
There was a hostel behind our school which was infamous and so called haunted. Our group of friends found it promting to sneak in there and the day we did it, we faced the consequences.

Submitted: June 07, 2011

A A A | A A A

Submitted: June 07, 2011

A A A

A A A


 Haunted Hostel: trapped inside
 
 
I was studying in class 7 at that time in KV Sikkim. I was the class monitor and the most mischievous boy of the class. The mentality of teachers was that if they will make the most mischievous boy a monitor, he will come on to the right track (which never worked). Saturday was the day when my group (gang) decided to visit a haunted hostel (so called). Honestly we all were afraid but of course you don’t want to show that to your friends (especially if you have some gals in the group). We were waiting anxiously for our lunch break as that was the time when we decided to slip through the fences and visit the infamous hostel.
\"\" 
The environment was silent and there were no living things nearby (of course I am talking about those to which we can see). The hotel was very old and was banned for any student. The myth was that it is haunted. Once upon a time it was a girl’s hostel but it was abandoned later on due to regular deaths in hostel. People say that the watchman was killed by a spirit as well. The school authority decided to destroy the building and they banned it for everyone. It was fenced and separated well from rest of the area. We entered inside the fence from a place which was broken (possibly by the animals like dogs). We were 5 boys and 3 girls in group (girls decided to remain with the class, of course gals do not have any guts). As we entered the fence an unknown fear grabbed us. We felt our heart beat was getting slow as if it was not ready to make any unnecessary sound which could draw the attention of the ghost living there. Our legs were trembling with unknown fear and ears were erect to hear any sound made nearby. We were afraid but of course we didn’t want to show that to each other. I was most afraid of us perhaps and every unknown sound approaching my ears was enough to raise my heartbeat and affect my blood flow but being a monitor I didn’t have any choice but to lead the group from the front. We went inside that hostel and what we discovered there was pretty interesting. The pieces of benches and different clothes were spread all over. There were suitcases, bags, photographs and so on.
The hostel was divided into 10 galleries and there were about 240 rooms. We decided to move into different galleries and see whether we meet any ghost. The moment we were going to move apart we heard strange noises; like somebody was throwing stones on the roof of the building. We stood paralyzed for a few moments watching each other’s faces. “Somebody is making fool of us, possibly the coward girls, by throwing stones on roof.” I tried to console all of us (especially to myself). A fake smile jumped across all of my friend’s faces. We stood still without saying anything to each other and without even thinking of proceeding ahead. All of a sudden we realized that a door has been slammed and somebody has started to run inside one of the room. We were glued on the ground and our heart beat increased drastically; slowly that strange voice came nearer but we were not able to see anything. Drops of sweat climbed down silently from our heads directed towards our toes. It was really hard to gobble up the saliva which was stored in mouth. We felt as if somebody is walking very near to us but is invisible. A chaotic blood flow started to put pressure on the brain and eyelids began to drop. We stood there as strangers; nobody was talking; rather I would say that nobody had guts to talk at that point of time. “We got to run…” Madan (one of us) screamed on us (he was the bravest amongst us I guess). Suddenly we returned back to our senses. There was no need to repeat the sentence as we started running out of panic. We crossed all of galleries in no time but while we were jumping through the stairs Dava (one of the local boys) slipped and the drift took him away to the end of the stairs. He started bleeding from head and legs. We were stunned (of course no one of us imagined that it would happen). That was the moment when we heard a horrible laugh on our backs. It was so scary that half of our blood condensed there on the spot. We felt as if nobody amongst us will be able to go out of this hell. We somehow managed to lift Dava and very consciously started to go out. The struggle was not over, gate was closed. Tears suddenly jumped out of our eyes and a sense of guilt grabbed me with all its capacity (as I was the person to make this plan). We were companions in many of our adventure trips but this dare was going to cost a bit more to us.
 
 “Damn, the door is closed. How it can be…just now it was open. What we are supposed to do now?” Madan kicked a part of bench and stared towards me. I was speechless. Denis started kicking the door as if it could be broken and we would be free but it was useless. “Wait…” I said slowly. “Can you feel it (all of us were feeling a possibility of fluid discharge but I was not talking about that)?” My friends responded together, “What?” I pointed my hairs, “They are flying.” “Are you crazy? We are stuck here between life and death and you can feel your hairs flying?” Dava was able to say that very painfully. “No stupid, if my hairs are flying that means that in this auditorium wind is entering from somewhere.” I started searching for the source of wind. A ray of hope sparked through our blood. All of a sudden we felt that it was a real adventure for us. “Yup, here’s a ventilator.” Karan shouted with excitement. Without wasting a fraction of second Denis climbed on a bench to jump out if the ventilator. ‘SHOOOOO’ a tide of wind passed by creating a strange voice. What happened? It was a common question to all of us. We noticed that the main door is banging with the wall. “It could not be possible, there are no ghosts.” Denis informed us (a very odd thing at that time). “Let’s discuss this once we are out of this freaky place.” I claimed and that was a 100 million dollar suggestion at that time. We ran out of the building and as we moved out we heard that strange laughing sound again.
 
“What happened? Dwivedi madam (our class teacher) questioned us as we entered with injured Dava into the class. “He slipped on stairs.” I replied in an innocent voice. Dwivedi madam watched me very carefully for 2 minutes and then it was all about hospital and phone calls. After that day we all fell ill. I can’t say whether out of fear or there was something spooky in reality there. A few days after we returned to school; and our visit to that hostel became a spark in a jungle. “So, was that really an original ghost?” Jyoti (classmate) asked us with her eyes wide open. “Ya” Denis was quick enough to answer. “So, how it was appearing? Was that with big teeth and long hair, wearing white cloths (a kind of uniform for ghosts)? God you all are so brave.” Jyoti’s compliment was not that bad at all. We all looked into the eyes of each other and said, “JO DAR GAYA SAMJHO MAR GAYA ( the people who are scared are dead).” (This matter was a favorite topic in school for a few days and later on teachers also came to know about that, as an outcome of our heroic action we all were suspended for a week and letters were sent to our respective parents’, and what happened after our parents got the letters is not mandatory to mention, I can still feel the pain.
 


© Copyright 2020 manav. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

More Horror Short Stories