A ghost story


He was walking quickly, it was already late. He missed his usual train, and his friends on it. Now he will have to walk alone all the way to home. The cycle stand closes at eleven in night and he descended at half past eleven.

A slight light from half moon was spreading a strange, eerie light on the road. He quickened his pace; weird stories have been spreading in the village lately; stories of attack by a mysterious beast.

It has been raining here it seemed. The road was filled with small puddles of muddy water. The bushes and trees were dripping water.

His breath stopped, right in front of his eyes he saw a footprint forming on the soft soil of the road. The foot prints of a dog, but he could not see one. One after the other the footprints became visible, as if an invisible dog was walking in front of him.

The broken nail reminded him of the dog he used to feed every night, it was a brown coloured dog that lived in the station and was quite popular with the daily commuters like him. It used to walk with them till the first house of village, whenever one of them was lonesome, like he was today. It meant a lot for them during these late night returns, the village was about a kilometer away from the station, the road was deserted and there were no houses on either side.

Trees, bushes and crop fields stretched to horizon sure made the most robust hearts a bit unsteady. He used to appear like a God sent angel to relieve them.

Suddenly the invisible creature stopped and he heard a small, distinct growl, even the growling sounded familiar.

He too froze. He could not dare to walk past that invisible beast. His heart was beating like a hammer. With dry mouth he begged to God for someone to appear.

He heard another sound the hiss of a cat, and then a strange commotion started in the road in front of him. He could see two invisible bodies wrestling with each other, splattering the puddles. Then the feline gave up with a loud squeal and bolted the dog on its heel. He ran the last few meters and sat down at the doorstep of the first house.

Sharmishtha Basu


Author: sharmishtha basu

Well, Sharmishtha Basu is fifth child of Late Dr. Shibaprasad Basu, she is Bengali, Indian, she took birth in Tundla, Uttar Pradesh, lived in and around Uttar Pradesh for the first sixteen years of her life, then returned to Burdwan, West Bengal , her family has dwelled there for five hundred years or so and are still dwelling there, she lived in West Bengal till 2015 February, since February 2015 she is living in Hyderabad. She is unemployed, unmarried so with lot of time and excessive energy, some evil people made her dreams of having a normal career impossible but that did not diminished her energy, so she utilizes her time and energy mainly by painting and writing, hoping that her books will become her dream career, her salvation in her words, she is a blend of bhaktiyoga and karmayoga. You can contact her through her blogs @mydomainpvt.wordpress.com (main blog), her facebook page @facebook.com/sermistabasu, amazon page @amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu or emails sharmishthabasu@hotmail.com & sermistabasu@gmail.com

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