A Twisted Ghost Story
The first time it was in the shower…at first he thought it was just water droplets trickling down his back. But then it felt stronger, as if someone’s fingers were caressing his bare skin. He whipped around only to stare at himself in the bathroom mirror. He had dismissed that incident, blaming his intoxicated head for all his hallucinations. When he woke up in the mornings he would find the left side of the bed a bit sunken, a slightly crumpled bedspread as if someone had slept in it the last night. But he was a heavy sleeper, hardly changing sides when asleep. Or may be not…the stress of moving into a new city, new workplace may have changed his sleeping patterns. He would never know, he shrugged.
But now he knew.
He was definitely not alone in his new flat. There was another person, perhaps a woman. And a rather hormone-driven at that... if ghosts had hormones that is. He wasn’t a faint-hearted person, yet sharing his apartment with this mysterious invisible person kept bugging him. Not to mention the advances in the shower that had started becoming frequent now. And now at nights he noticed his room smelled faintly of his cologne, the one that he didn’t use often. Oh c’mon now, a female ghost who fancies men’s cologne?
No, he couldn’t just go on ignoring her now. Something had to be done. First he had to find out who exactly was this visitor from the other side. And who better to consult than the gossiping aunties of the building. So on a fine Sunday he woke up early- a rare feat which indicated how very curious he was about the identity of his roommate. He’d zeroed in on his nearest neighbour & on the pretext of borrowing some sugar, knocked at their door.
“Hello beta. Aren’t you our new neighbour?” she gushed. He smiled an acknowledgment; it was his first rendezvous with the neighbours since he’d moved in. “Hello Aunty. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make acquaintance earlier because of work… you know how hard they make us work..” “Yes, yes beta. Even my son is working in such an MNC now. I’m always worried about him . If the pay hadn’t been good I’d have never allowed him.. “ she chattered on. He waited for his turn…but he didn’t have to..
“..we have been staying here for nearly 4 years. Since this building was built. Our family & the Kanetkars were the first. But they sold their flat last year after their son committed suicide. He was such a charming boy, well-mannered. Decent, didn’t ever talk to girls or even look at them. He was just 20. But one fine day he locked himself in his room & next thing we know he…” she sobbed a bit to add the needed special effect to the story. “Some say it was because of ragging, some even say that he was you know.. different…liked boys more.. God knows what drove him to such an extreme step…”
“Which ..flat ..aunty?” he questioned, dreading the answer, yet knowing it was inevitable. “Oh the one you stay in now dear. That’s a nice flat. Earlier some girls had shared it, they left last month & now they rented it to you… I hope its comfortable for you beta?”.