Monday, August 5, 2013

Ghost of 2nd Cross Street

I've never believed in the supernatural.. The experience of spending my childhood in my 300 years old ancestral home filled with dark corridors and musty cellars and tell tale stories have left a mark on me, which always makes me think someone(thing) is there in the shadows. I've been always afraid to stay alone.. But never believed that there is something like the supernatural..

It was one of the... usual days in MCFP where one stays till 0200 am and returns home sleepy and groggy.. The drive back home through OMR went in a haze, trying to focus on the road lighted up with neon lamps that diffuse light and trying to listen to Iron Maiden playing "Can I play with madness".. 

The turn on to 2nd cross street leading to the apartment is mostly dark.. Though the village demigod stays nearby, the street lights don't light up on many days or they blink.. Turning sharply on to the small mud road, a white form suddenly passed in front of the car and I had to brake hard.. There was nothing but darkness.. But peering out in front, one could be sure that there was a white face in the shadows, or not sure if it was a face at all.. Apparently it did not care about me and was motionless..

The security guard does not work at night and I was not sure if I had the courage to open up the gates myself..

Finally after mustering the courage and entering the apartment half running, I was unsure if the apparition was still there.. Did I intrude in to a different world..? Or was it an illusion.. ?

Weeks later, I still slow down and look around at the turn, lest I should disturb something which tries to find its space while the demigod and the rest of the world sleeps.. I still do not believe in the supernatural, though..

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