Friends, this is supposed to be a horror story, written exclusively for my daughter ‘Somkritya’ but my husband found it very funny and started laughing, so I’m sharing it with you. This is my first attempt to write a story.
She was never afraid of ghosts. In fact, all the ghosts, demons, witches, gnomes, angels and fairies were her friends. They lived under her bed, around her, in fact in every corner of her house. She played with them, made fun of them and they were never ever angry with her, in fact joined her in fun.
Today was a tiresome day. House keeper didn’t come. There was power cut for half of the day. There was water problem in her area. To brighten her mood, she tried to make cookies. In spite of doing every step correctly, cookies crumbled. She was very disappointed. Feeling very tired, she went to bed. Suddenly she remembered, she has asked her mother to write a ghost story for her. She started laughing. Her mother could not write a story more over she never believed in ghost. So it was out of her imagination, but to tease her she has asked her to write for her. Still laughing she switched off the light and rolled on the bed.
Suddenly there was light in the room, she saw her mother was sitting on the easy chair. She was looking intently at her. She inquired, when did you come? You didn’t tell me you were coming? Mother just smiled, and then started laughing shrilly. It was very eerie laugh. Her mother’s face became distorted and she started crumbling just like cookies.
She woke up with a start. Room was dark. Her alarm clock was ringing frenziedly. She switched off the clock, switched on the light. Her clothes were wet with her sweat. She laughed at her dream, and then she noticed, there was a small heap of cookies on the easy chair.