The Haunted House

Some people swore that the house was haunted. Some said it was built at the wrong place at the wrong time and was owned by wrong people. Some discarded the whole 'haunted' thing as 'exceedingly superstitious'.

Agnosticism, as far as the whole god-ghost thing is concerned, was my characteristic trait. I loved the world the way it was and hated these concepts which I thought manipulated people and took them away from reality. But at the same time, the thought of The Dude above, watching us and punishing for the wrong deeds that we do, gave me goosebumps. So, the below conversation was frequent in my life:

"Do you believe in gods and ghosts."

"I don't know."


"I don't know."

"What a loser!"

However, some things happen in our lives that are irrevocable and change your beliefs forever. They shake the very foundation of what you think is true.

I couldn't handle the vacillation of my beliefs any more and wanted to learn the truth, the naked truth. 

I wanted to explore this house that I was talking about; stay there for a night and (hopefully) see the next day's sun, unscathed. That was my plan.

The prepared me was walking near the house to make a preliminary scourge of the area. A man was sitting near the house, smoking casually. I loved his guts of being there even though our people talk of it in pejorative terms. I walked near him and asked, "You don't believe in ghosts, do you?"

The man smiled and disappeared!

Nothing was ever the same again after that.

The End

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