The Mystery of Shrieking woman

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The first night I came to sleep late and was just about to sleep when I heard some sound. Sound of metal striking metal, I thought it to be just an illusion and ignored. Once again I started trying to go to sleep but after some time the same sound reoccurred followed by a sharp shrill voice as if some woman is shouting in pain
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Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Submitted: December 18, 2012

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I was back to my home for a weeks winter vacation, my home is an old bungalow surrounded by mango orchard with trees as old as the house itself. There are pretty few houses so the locality becomes desolate after 10:00 PM and on a winter night more early. My parents live there alone as I and my brother stay at a different city for pursuing our studies

Due to my Hostel etiquettes I had a habit of going late to bed, midnight around. Usually I used to kill my late night time with movie or novel.

The first night I came to sleep late and was just about to sleep when I heard some sound. Sound of metal striking metal, I thought it to be just an illusion and ignored. Once again I started trying to go to sleep but after some time the same sound reoccurred followed by a sharp shrill voice as if some woman is shouting in pain.

I gathered all my courage picked up a torch and a rod (just incase I might need) and went out in the compound of my house but there was no one. I tried looking around with my torch light but all in vain. I convinced myself that all of these are because of the stupid horror movies and novels I am spending my time on. With mixed feeling of fear and suspense I came back to my bed and felt asleep covering myself completely with the quilt.

The next morning I got up around 8:30 AM just in time for the breakfast with my parents.

I remembered the incident last night and thought of discussing it with my parents but then decided against it. What’s the use of sowing a seed of suspense or terror in their minds, if they would have heard something like this they would have mentioned it. So I thought it won’t be of any help to discuss it with them at this point of time and maybe it was something that just happened as a coincidence and wont happen again.

 

The whole day went smoothly as always and no suspicious incident occurred. I was relaxed and thought all that might be just a silly game of mind. At night I went to the T.V. room and was watching some late night movie as for my daily routine. I came to my bed around same time as yesterday. I concentrated my ears for any sounds but there were none. The night was peaceful and cold, but the time when I was just about to go to sleep again the same sounds, of metal striking metal and shriek of a women came, I jumped of my bed and ran towards the sound with torch and a rod unlocking all the doors. By the time I reached outside the sound was gone. I sat outside for next some time in hope that that sound might reappear and I might get a chance to find the source behind it.

The thoughts of a woman murdered brutally and back as a ghost to revenge herself started coming to my mind. I was terrified; few droplets of sweat came on my forehead even on such a cold winter night, I think that’s the kind of horror we expect while watching a horror movie or so but with me it was happening in real. In real trust me its no fun. It beats the shot out of you There was no one I could discuss this without arousing a feeling of terror and doubt.

 

It kept on happening for the next few days and in spite of my every possible attempt I was not able to solve the mystery. The days of my return were approaching soon and with no success in my hand I decided to inform my parents about it so that proper measures are taken. I did not want them to be unaware of the danger, if any was approaching us. With this intention in my mind I planned to discuss it during the morning tea with my parents. My parents have a daily routine of sitting together for an hour or so 

in the morning with tea and discussing all that happened yesterday as well as the plans for today, before they get busy with their daily routine, but since it happens usually early morning I am rarely able to join them. I made up my mind and set my alarm for early morning.

 

The alarm rang and I got up from my bed with the thoughts of discussing the incidents and with a hope that this won’t horrify my parents but we will be able to find a solution to it. I brushed, washed my face took my cup of tea and went out into the verandah where my parents sit and chat. My mom was surprised to see me up so early and asked if all was well. I told her all is fine just wanted to spend some time with them before leaving for college. I planned I will come to the topic in due course of general discussion to keep the tension levels to the minimum. We were just chit chatting when a man in late forties came to my Dad and asked for money. Dad gave him some, the man went away. I asked my dad what for the money is being given and who the man was. My dad replied with a question, which I was shocked to hear. “You stay awake so late at night, and still you are not aware why we are paying him. Haven’t you heard the knock on the iron gate and shrill sound” I was shocked to hear this and relieved too. Shocked that there is something and it’s not only me who is hearing those sounds, everyone is and relieved that my parents are already aware of this and are still in total control. I was excited too the mystery will unfold now. I was sure that there will be some story behind it. The man might be some holy person who will be performing some rituals to clam the soul burning with vengeance

 

With such tremendous turmoil of possibilities in mind I said “Yes I knew and thought of discussing it with you and that’s the reason I got up early today. So what’s the solution for this? What will this man do to avoid the unpredictable?”

 

Dad “What Solution, He is the watchman hired for this stretch of the road as it becomes too deserted in the night. It takes him 20 minutes to complete a round; he knocks on the gate with his truncheon and blows his whistle when he reaches our home.”

And hearing this I was speechless, shocked but not horrified but yes was laughing silently on myself.

 

 


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