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The Old Man Next Door’s Ghost

Posted on October 9, 2007

Submitted to us by Anne Macorlney

It was when I was only seven years old and lived in a rented house in new Delhi in India. I was the cutest girl in the neighborhood and everyone loved me especially an old man next-door, Mr. Bhatia. He had no grandchildren and so he used to treat me as if I was his own grandchild. He used to tell me stories and we spent lot of time together. He made me call him Daddu.

It was late night that day when I went to bed. I shared beds because it was a one bedroom flat and I felt really scared to sleep alone in the big living room. I fell deep asleep until some thing in the middle of the night made my eyes shoot open. I felt as if someone was watching me, from behind, trying to communicate. I did not have my mom at my side, neither my dad. It was some kind of extra ordinary power I had never experienced ever before. Some thing really spooky was going on there.

I sat there for almost five minutes with my eyes closed and reading a prayer in my mind. Then I gathered some courage (of course it was really tough for such a coward like me). Then I started to climb down the bed, singing the carol louder, walking slowly towards the door, singing with firm voice.

Then I at last reached the living room and found my parents. Then I came to know that the building in which Daddu lived had burnt to ashes and he died. I could not sleep that day because my eyes were so full of tears. His body was completely burnt.

Then suddenly I started hearing the song Mr. Bhatis usually sang to me. It felt really strange but soon I fell asleep. I dreamed about the time we used to spend together.

Now, according to my thoughts, Daddu’s ghost came to visit me, for the last time. He never showed up again, never for eight years. I might have been scared but it was the most emotional time I ever had.




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One Response to “The Old Man Next Door’s Ghost”
  1. Anonymous says:

    You and Daddu had a very special relationship…he was telling you goodbye… I am so sad for his horrible death…thanks for sharing

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