Short Horror Story | Karmic connection with an old lady

One-night, post-dinner, I was strolling around my building area. I saw an old lady talking on the phone. She was arguing with someone, tears in her eyes. She was very upset about something; don’t know what it was.  People in Mumbai don’t interfere with each other personal matters.  


I thought it wouldn't be wise to interfere. I felt a strange connection with her and couldn't take my eyes off her. I went near, she was still on the phone, crying. Without inviting her attention, I tried to hear her conversation. It was very unlikely for me to do such a thing. In ordinary circumstances, I would not have bothered. But this lady was not regular. Though I was very sure I have never seen her before, but there was something in her that kept me saying that I should be around her. In case she needs me. I felt a strange connection and magnetism towards her. 


I heard her shouting, “I don’t want to stay there; that house is haunted. Please don’t force me to stay there. I am scared. I won’t go there. Your bungalow at Hill Road is haunted. You get that.”
I personally don’t believe in ghosts, but the word ‘haunted’ gave me a chill. For me, ghosts never existed. After that, she started walking; I didn’t follow her. She hopped in a rickshaw. I came back home. I was still thinking about the old lady; maybe that old lady was manic. I realized that Hill Road had just one bungalow and decided to check Hill Road Bungalow the following morning.

The next morning, post breakfast, I went to Hill Road Bungalow; no one was around. I went to the door, and I knocked it twice. Then I realized the door was not locked. I went inside and saw a garlanded photo-frame of that old lady. A garland on her photo meant: she was dead. I felt sick, and I ran away from that bungalow without looking back. As I came outside the bungalow, I saw that old lady standing. I was shocked. I was trembling, she smiled at me, and then she disappeared. For many days, I was scared to stay alone at home. 

After a few days, I recovered. But still, I use to think about why this incident happened to me; I never had any connection to that old lady. I consulted a tarot card reader; she revealed that the old lady had a karmic connection with me. Some past life, I was very close to her; that’s why I felt a strange magnetism towards her. She meant no harm; she appeared just to see me once.

Short Story Moral: Karma is your image in the mirror. You raise your right hand, so shall raise your right hand in the mirror image.

Happy Reading!

About the writer: Nisha is the author of a highly appreciated novel, The Blue Jinx.