As I spotted the tin roof of the house the view brought mix of reactions, it was a sense anxiety of executing something with a fright which was carrying a mark of alert. I mustered up my whole courage remembered the name of Shri Krishna and all other lords and starting observing my whole surroundings without making any movements or noise. The environment was filled with a silence along with the unusual sounds of a jungle.

Note: The Haunted Hut is a true experience of my expedition to explore a haunted house. This is the second and concluding part of the post to get a clear you must read first part as well. My learning from the experience is that you should never underestimate the nature and overestimate yourself!. This post may make you feel that I take too many risks in life. If that is so, then you are not correct at all.

The flash light of my camera kept on breaking the calmness of the place as in order to have a close observation of the site I kept on clicking one or another view. The thoughts which crossed my mind that I should had kept a note in my pocket depicting my whereabouts and intention in case of any casualty. My smirk clearly indicated that it was too late now.

I tried to comprehend the entity of whole universe to reduce or remove the impact of this little insignificant hut from my head but the truth was that I was there all alone. As I slowly started moving down towards the house I felt as if my body has started disobeying my brain. Irrespective of keeping all my efforts to keep calm my heartbeat frequency kept on rising. I managed to reach the point from where I can clearly see the house. It was an old hut with Kachchi (muddy) walls and there was no one to welcome me.

The front wall of the house was quite repulsive as it was caught by a bunch of climbing branches which was mounting towards the door. It was creating a very ugly look of the house as if it was a face which is wedged by some disease.

Some wind touched my ears as if asking me to go back. I stood there for almost ten minutes without having any intention to go closer. I kept on clicking snaps to make the environment little lighter with an intent of a sarcastic analyzer to share with known ones. Suddenly with a strong blow of wind I heard an echo inside my ears, some one clearly whispered. The sound seemed to be quite familiar and it didn’t scared me, it went like this

“Haaah, for this No one will trust you…”

I answered to the whisper, “Even I do not trust you?” Then there was no answer to this and within no time the whole scene was covered by heavy fog. It happened so abruptly and somehow it carried some connection to this unacceptable imperceptible conversation. As soon as the visibility got poorer with fog, I realized this is the right time to get out of here safely.

Keeping my face towards the house I started stepping away from the house first six-seven steps were all right and then I slipped and somehow managed to save my camera from being broken away. It was time to move away from the spot and I didn’t even turned back until I reached some population. One thing all the way which I kept thinking every unsolved mystery gets distorted to develop into a gossip.

Though I dropped the idea of further investigation, analysis depicted all victims were simple labour class who were struggling hard to make their both ends meet with hardly any time to spread rumor and having no logic at all to answer those whispering winds. Reaching back home I didn’t shared this with anyone I tried to tackle myself in many ways thinking it was a delusion.

Mood: Curious