“Ghosts are the creation of fictitious minds”; that was my belief until I visited the haunted house which has always been an attraction to me and my friend. She used to tell me countless stories about people going to that house and disappearing afterwards and stories about survivors who managed to get out but were obliged to go to psychiatric help.
I used to mock my friend for believing such foolish stories. How could an invisible thing exist, and even if it did, why would it harm innocent people. I just could not accept that thought and tried hard to get it out of her mind but she just would not listen. She was predetermined and stubborn.
My friend lived next door to that house with her bedroom window over looking the house; a thing that caused her haunting fear day and night. She surprised me one day by suggesting an unexpected idea…
to be continued