THE SOUL OF THE DEVIL
English Horror Story E Book
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-: KALAY TASME NAMAH :-
Hello friends, I am Yogesh Borse
Today I am going to tell you something, which may upset you. About 30-35 years ago!
I mean when I was a student!
My parents live in the village and I stay at my uncle’s house at Kalyan in Mumbai for my education. I used to study in class V, that school was famous!
One day we had an off period and in that off period a teacher came to our class his name was Musale sir.
As soon as they arrived, all the boys and girls fell silent. As soon as he came to the classroom, he took a serious look at the children. Sharp eyes were turned from all classes.
Friends, the atmosphere at that time was such that children were afraid of their parents at home and teachers at school. That was fear and respect!
Today’s children will not be able to understand this feeling.
So – Musle sir looked at everyone intently and his voice echoed throughout the class.
“Do you like stories, boys?”
“Yes!…” Everyone nodded in unison.
A question came to my mind, if sir is going to tell the story, why so serious? And got the answer in a second.
“Guys, I’m going to tell you something that’s scary, I’ve experienced!”
We were already scared! fifth-standards kids, maybe 9 or 10 years old. Children are scared too much! Seeing us, sir understood that we were scared!
He said, “Ok! Forget it! don’t be scared! “
All students were afraid but no one accepted it!
We looked at each other and said together,
“Sir, tell us plz! We are not afraid!”
Still, Sir remained silent.
A few moments passed and then Sir said,
“Look guys, there’s no need to panic! Those who are scared can go play, and come back as soon as the period is over!”
Some boys and girls went out of class! Only 8 to 10 of us remained behind.
And… Sir started telling the story. ….. As the story progressed, thorns started coming on the body! I started to feel fear. It felt like I made a mistake by staying in the class! Sir’s style of telling the story was so unique that I was amazed!
….and in no time the matter was over. I breathed a sigh of relief!
The period was over in time. And it felt like I was scared for no reason. The thing was not so scary! I began to think! And by that time school is over!
The day was leaning towards sunset. It was evening! Since it was a cold day, it would get dark early! As soon as it got dark, Sir’s story started peeking out of my head and mind ! … because the problem was that I was very afraid of Aunt!
Aunt used to wear a saree in Navari! A big kunku on the forehead should be applied with the help of wax after taking a bath in the morning. The voice was harsh! Had a habit of talking loudly! She and cousin are loud speakers.
they tried to afraid me or I afraid because of their loud voice Don’t know!
And who will ask them? I did not dare!
I reached home somehow. The thing was not going through the mind!
It’s night! Dinner was also done. My uncle had two houses. There was an old house and a new one. Everyone lived in the new house, and in the old house, we used to sleep, me and my older cousin Ashok, who was twenty-five or twenty-six years old. It happened every day so I didn’t feel anything.
But….. Today, Sir’s story made a home in my mind!
So Mind was not willing to go to the old home, I am afraid. Who to tell? My parents’ situation was bad, I was sent away from them to my uncle’s house to study.
they didn’t afford to educate me & my three elder sisters. because we were poor!
Uncle was good, his elder son Vinay was also good. But aunt and brother Ashok were strict in nature.
By the way, there is nothing good or bad in this world!
Everything that happens is either one’s own experience or one’s own understanding! But some people like us very much and some people we don’t like at all! Whatever…..
I wanted to say that I was forced to sleep in the old house and did not dare to tell my brother!
After dinner he would go to Tilak Chowk to meet his friends, I would go to the old house for sleep And when he came late at night, I would open the door…..
Left…..alone….slowly….walking towards that house…..walking ….. towards that house. The house was two – floors, and no one lived below, so it was a warehouse of one shopkeeper. There was a wooden door beside it, which could be unlocked and entered.
Inside, a zero bulb { light – which used to be less bright. Very dim light } There was a hole inside and after going inside there were five or six steps and there were wooden stairs. Climb it and open the top lock. Go inside, turn on the interior light, and lie down to sleep!
Only Five to ten minutes of daily routine! It was every day! no need to think of anything!
But today … maybe it was not my day!
Because when the door was opened, there was nothing but darkness. only Darkness!
Now …..What?
No battery, no lantern! what to do? It was not possible to stay outside until my brother came. And how to live outside on the road?
Only darkness and only darkness! Every time the step moved forward, the pulse was increasing! Everything seemed to be over!
I have a familiarity with the darkness! The empire of darkness! Peace has its own language. And have a voice of their own! It expresses horror!
Despite this, there was a door up the stairs. there was a lock. Next to me, there were five or six more steps to go to the upper floor. Above was a large wooden door, opening upwards.
But no one lived there. Because the old house was broken and fallen in places. The upper part had also collapsed, so the occupants had taken new places for themselves!
But what about me? This was my fate!
I climbed the stairs, habitually opening the lock in the dark. It may have taken a few moments to open the lock, but every moment the silence and the sound of the lock opening was enough to extend my heartbeats!
I was alone in such thick darkness…..perhaps….or someone else… still….
But instead of turning to the left, the neck turned to the right, which it probably wouldn’t have turned…..
Because something like that happened. Earlier there was a roof of wooden pillars. There was an upper floor on it!
That means the pillar is wooden and the ceiling is wooden! But the roof was very drooping as it was very old dilapidated work and the pillars also!
There was a small bathroom without a door in front and in the bathroom there was a window, to let air in, a window of cement mesh was the same.
It was beyond my understanding whether empty air was coming in or something else!
There was a wooden staircase outside the window, whether it was designed or not, but whenever I looked there, it seemed that someone was sitting there!
And as soon as this thought came to mind, I was shocked!
Behind our house was a mansion, that is, many houses in one place, mostly all broken down. No one lives there now.
Everything was desolate, and there was a well, which was used for water before, its use had also stopped for years, that place had an arch!
No one was going there, people had found new places for themselves as the houses were old, who would live in such a ghostly place?
But I used to come here in the silence of the night, I used to come here every day, but today… today the case was different!
The whole atmosphere came to my memories… Thorns started coming all over the body!
When father was living here, he had told some memories of that time, some incidents! Which came in front of my eyes for a moment and my condition worsened!
It seemed that someone was sitting on the wooden steps outside the window of the bathroom and was looking at me!
I didn’t understand why this was happening today!
I wanted to take God’s name, but at that time I couldn’t remember any God!
Slowly I started going in that direction, in the direction of that window, in the direction of that staircase, in the direction of the unknown, illusion!
I started going or I started to be pulled, God knows!
Silence of the night! Night worms, it seemed like everything was over!
The last moment of life is near!
I remembered my mother – father!
the feeling that someone was pulling me grew stronger! And I couldn’t do anything! Every moment felt like a century, like an era!
And at the same time… there was a knock on the door, my heart trembled…. my heart pounded!
Oh, Now someone is coming from behind or what? through the door ….?
Is it coming from here or there?
Now there were knocks on the door! And I thought … ! It’s over…! Everything is over…!
And the next moment there was a voice,…
Oh, this is my brother’s voice!
As God himself came to help in the form of my brother!
What, if some time had passed?
I ran like that, and fell down in the dark!
doubts crept into my mind.
if brother thought I fell asleep! And if he goes back? ‘
Tried to call out to him but was unable to make a sound out of fear.
As soon as I came to the door, and opened it for a moment and hugged my brother.
“Oh! … Oh! …”
Now it was time to be afraid!
Because he had no idea that something like this would happen!
But he noticed that I was scared! He took my hand and led me inside and switched on the light. I was shaking,
” What happened? “
“ What will you say?”
“Hey, what happened?”
I told him what happened ……
he patted me lovingly,
“Oh, if you were afraid, you should have told me! Did something happen? You come alone every day, so what happened today? Show me!”
“What did you see?” and took my hand in that direction!
But now there was nothing!
Friends,
It has been thirty – five years today, but even today those memories come again & again in my mind!
Those thoughts come to mind like lightning! And leave their effects!
I still don’t understand if what I saw was true? Or something else?
.. Kalay Tasmai Namah..
But one thing must be said!
Never leave children alone, whether they are yours or someone else’s!
Otherwise, something can happen, that we cannot even imagine!
Look!
think about it! if you agree, it’s okay!
if not…! Ram Ram .
CAN YOU ENJOY THIS STORY … ?
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