The Car

A dense forest….on the verge of a lake stands still a lonely cabin.
A few meters away is parked a vintage valks vagon.
The sunlight is creating camouflage pattern on the ground.
Shadows are darker and light is not so bright, the contrast is high.

Some cops enter the scene. They went inside the cabin to check it and later investigate the nearby place. They finally halt near the car. Inspector looks into it and asks the constables to check the car thoroughly.

One of the constable who was at the rear end of it told Inspector that the car number plate was missing but the number was scrapped into its paint with any sharp object and that the number was same to that which was reported of the missing valks vagon. So the team becomes more active and starts searching in the car for some other clues.
But they were more of confused then curious, that how the car reached the place where it was seen and reported last week as it’s condition was not good. Still they continued with their search and thus reached for door handle to open it.

There was something strange about the car but what that they were not able to figure out. The inspector peeped into the car and noticed something glittering below the seat cover of the passangers seat. He, then asked one cop to pull up the seat cover and see what was it, that was glittering. The coptried to lift up the cover thinking it to come up in a large chunk of cloth but it tore into a pieces instead. To prick on the seat cover he had to scratch it and scrap it. The way it was coming out was peculiar as if peelings of dead skin! After scraping half of the seat he could takeout the glittering object which turned out to be a mobile. On switching on the mobile they found out it belonged to one of the missing boys for who they were searching. Suddenly the search becomes more intense and the whole party involves in the act of tearing the seat covers which came off into bits and pieces as like that of dead skin and the belongings of the missing boys start to appear under the seats. The foot mats of the car were even more weird, black thread like matterial plaited to form mat and felt silky to touch. After searching the interior of the car their attention turned to the exterior and they noticed the car was faded rusted red color as that of dried blood. Apart from that, they could not find anything more from the car.

They took all the evidences and the strange car to the city for forensic investigation. Two days after the inspector got a call from the forensic department asking him to reach the office without any delay. The investigating forensic doctor and his assistant were pale as scared to death when the inspector reached. They took him to the lab and showed him some tests they had performed on his findings. The seat covers were not actually fabric but what they felt like and the foot mats too were made of human hair of different people told the forensic doctor after performing the dna tests and most surprisingly the color of the car was not actually regular color but had traces of human blood with mixed dna! To their horror the car was taking fuel from human flesh as some pieces of human tissues were found in the fuel tank and the combustion system of the engine. How it could be possible they were wondering when suddenly the car seemed to move a bit from its place and the light went off.

Headlines of the news paper next day read, team working on double missing cases of four people and a car, missing. The forensic doctor, his assistant and inspector were in missing complaint too. A suspicious brand new car of blood red color with crisp new seat covers and foot mats was parked opposite to the forensic department.

A mysterious house.

In a house far away from the vicinity of highly populated city of Kanpur, four people from some uknown city found,shelter. This house was vacant from last 14 years. It is believed that house was hanuted or some spirits visit it on a particular night.

The boys were unaware of this fact and it could have made no big difference even if they knew because they didnt believe in ghosts and spirits. In nights one of them used to guard the house alone, while the other three slept and next night it was other’s duty. Suddenly one night they faced something strange.

It was amawas (night of no moon). It was 11.30 in the night when they decided to set up their beds when something strange happened. A knock was heard but strange part was that the house didn’t have a door. They ignored it and laid their beds and were about to doze off when the knocking sound was heard again but this time it was from inside. The boy who was guarding, was sitting on the low wall of the premises heard nothing and was busy making puffs of smoke.

The sound continued for 5 odd minutes. But searching for the source they could not find anything visible that could produce such a sound. It was mud for the floor, half broken ceiling made of stone over only left room, rest were reduced to ruins. The once kitchen was now a room with two halves left over adajecent walls giving a corner where they used to cook for themselves. There was one place where they never ventured and that was the open area opposite to the kitchen with lonely broken pillars like a last man standing, making an arch like structure and rest was open area without any surrounding making the outside area visible from any corner of the once house. On reaching the arch they found something different under their feet. They tapped from their feet and same sound of knocking. And they were taken aback. They bent down and tried to feel the floor, suddenly one of them struck to a handle like thing on the floor. The torch light flashed on the spot, and they could see a latched door! None of them dared to open it.

Shocked from their discovery they were stunned and speechless. Suddenly the knocking came again and this time they could see the source in the light of torch. The latch was fluttering as if someone from inside wanted to break open the door. The three boys ran with their feet over the head and stopped at the entrance where the fourth one was puffing. Still, panting they told him what they had discovered. He first didn’t believe them then broke in to hysterical laughter. They went in again but this time with fire torch for more clear vision. This time the wind swooshed from the broken ceiling and echoed in the whole house as if a group was whistling on top of their esophagus. The four moved ahead in tight-knit group, holding hands. They were using their eyes to look in four different directions at the same time, their backs touching each other.

Sudden gush of chilled air knocked off their fire torch. Now they have no other option except the 2 battery torches. They lit one of them and moved ahead turning in each direction every now and then. Once one of them felt a light feathered tap on his shoulder from behind, and he turned with a jerk hoping to find his friend who might be walking behind him, but he saw nothing. A flatter of soft wings or a cloth was felt instead, but nothing more. They kept on moving towards the arch. When finally they were near it, none of them had the guts to reach out to the underground door. To their amazement they could see some sort of blurry glow near the arch half a foot above the door and it felt like waving but in a blink of an eye it disappeared and then knocking sound came again but this time very slowly. And they could feel the surrounding temperature falling down and to their astonishment they could see the door opening and as if some lady in full royal attire came out! But the next moment her whole body was ablaze and the atmosphere warmed up to the unbearable degree….to be conrinued.


I don’t have much knowladge about meditation but do love doing it in my way. Though people have their own ways of indulging in it but mine is simple, I meditate on reading.  I forget everything while doing so. When I am in library the peace and serenity there absorbs the negetivity and depressive feelings, giving me fresh feeling and light headedness. I feel refreshed once I am in library and love loosing myself in the magical land of books.

This is what I feel about meditation and library. What about you, my friends?  Let me know your thoughts in the comments.