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Debt and  Death

Short Story : In the bedroom
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ( Horror Story) 
By Debopam Rai Chaudhuri . All Copyright Reserved 2020

My name is Agni,  I am originally from Kodamar, and this time I would like to tell you about my experiences during my time living with my parents.

 

I am passionate about rock and metal music, I have been listening to it for as long as I can remember and strange things have happened to me when I am enjoying it. I cannot say for sure, but it is as if these energies are somehow attracted to each other, and I can hardly say if they are good or bad, I can simply say that we attract them.

 

We had just moved house, my parents had finally managed to sell the house where I lived my entire childhood, and as the family was needing more space we moved to a slightly larger house. My dad found it very affordable, both in price and in the area.

 

It was no secret among the neighbours that the previous owner of that house had been found dead in her bedroom. Strange as it may seem, this was never a conflict for our family, much less for me, it was something I never gave any importance to when I found out.

 

It was a Sunday afternoon, quite hot in fact, my parents had gone out for a walk to get acquainted with the new neighbourhood, I for my part, like every weekend, decided to stay home listening to music with my headphones on. I consider myself a person who hates the heat, I always have to have a fan on in my room and especially in this new house, you could feel the heat everywhere.

 

Just as I was falling asleep, the music stopped in an instant, the fan stopped working and the light bulb had gone out. I waited a couple of minutes to see if the power would come back on, and when nothing happened, I got up to check the fuses. When I got to the Patio I checked them, everything was in order.

 

I figured it was a common blackout, it was hard to be sure since there was still light, so I decided to go back to my room, and just as I entered the kitchen I could see someone quickly coming up the stairs.

 

I had only managed to see someone wearing a robe down to their feet arriving upstairs. I couldn't see anything else. I carefully made my way to look downstairs, but I didn't see anything. That's when I started to hear something scratching at the door from the patio.

 

It was like a dog had gotten into the yard and wanted to get into the house. We didn't have a dog. There was no way to peek in to see what it was, everything was covered, the only way was to open the door.

 

I didn't dare to check, the scratches were more desperate. Without thinking I decided to go back to my room, and as I climbed the stairs I could hear something hitting the patio door, which being made of metal made quite a noise. I didn't care if I had seen someone go up, I was more scared of whatever was in the patio.

 

I quickly went up the stairs without looking back, and I don't know if it has happened to you before, but that feeling of fear that you get as a child when something is behind you, about to grab you and you run to your room or turn on the light, I was able to relive that terrible feeling. I quickly closed my door without looking back.

 

Several minutes had passed, I felt calmer, I started to think about my parents when they arrived, I could surely see them from my window when they were about to come in and my Dad could deal with whatever he found down there.

 

But what puzzled me the most was that there was not a soul on the streets, everything was silent. Without any warning, just as it began to get dark, the light returned.

 

I could hear my parents' voices before I entered the house. I looked out and saw more people on the street, this disconcerted me, it was as if they had appeared out of nowhere and without being able to warn them in time, my dad opened the main door and I quickly went down to warn them of what was in the yard, but I realized that the door to the yard was already open.

They both looked at me strangely, I didn't know if I should explain it to them or if it was my imagination. Maybe it had been the heat. I don't know, but today I still think about what could have happened that afternoon.

 

Days went by, maybe a couple of weeks if I remember correctly, that experience was already behind me and I had forgotten it, and the memory of having seen someone else go up had no importance anymore.

 

And when you least expect it, everything happens, things happen again. One day before going to school and without wanting to sound repetitive, in the middle of Sunday, but already at night, I had fallen asleep with my headphones on, I was awakened by the urge to go to the bathroom, and when I was about to get up, something caught my attention, because a series of lights, as if they were the reflection of something, ran along the wall of my room.

 

I thought that the light was coming from the street and when I looked out the window I could see someone looking out onto the street. He was wearing a long nightgown that covered his feet.

 

Her hair, unlike my mother's, was curly. That's when I imagined that it was a woman. But I didn't know what she was doing there. Next to me was the alarm clock, I could quickly see the time, but it didn't show any time, it was 12:00 hours intermittently.

 

Then the woman moved slowly, I was frozen with fear, I couldn't move, and with a slight sway the woman turned completely to face me, her head was bent, as if something weighed on her neck, I could see her hands, in both she had horseshoes nailed, which seemed to be from a horse.

 

I think he stopped watching me, because he started walking slowly to the foot of my bed, to go through the door of my room. I was breathing heavily. And as if I had suddenly woken up, I felt a jolt very similar to the one you feel when you dream that you are going to fall, the environment had already changed, I could hear a noise in the street, and it is strange to say it, but I could perceive how there was somehow more light and it was not so dark.

 

The clock read 03:50 AM.

The next day I decided to tell my Mom what had happened, when she was the first to tell me what the neighbours had told her that same morning.

 

They told me that just above their house, they could hear very strange noises, as if someone was walking. One of them went to see, but he didn't find anything strange, but they could still be heard. – I couldn't hold back, so I decided to tell my mom what had happened.

 

She took everything I told her more seriously, my father on the other hand used to make fun of me more, my mother told me that she would investigate more about the woman who had been found dead in her room, because my mother imagined that it was her whom I saw that night.

 

When I got home that same evening, because of everything that had happened the night before, I had not been able to sleep. I lay down in the living room, and without realizing it, I fell asleep within a few seconds.

 

It didn't take long before I felt like someone was petting me on the inside of my head. I thought maybe it was a bug that had gotten into my head, but that's when I heard a light whisper, as if lulling me.

 

I stood still for a moment trying to come to terms with what was happening, but the caresses didn't stop. Worse still, I could feel them starting to scratch me, as if they were trying to pull out my hair. That's when I felt something cold touch my cheek, as if it were a horseshoe. I quickly sat up, looking to the side and behind me, but there was nothing.

 

I didn't want to go back to my room or stay in the living room anymore, and the patio had started to make me uncomfortable until a few days ago. I was feeling attacked by the whole house, so I decided to stay in the kitchen and wait for my mom or dad to come back. After an hour it was my mom who arrived first.

 

I have details for you about what happened here, maybe it will be useful to us – she told me while she served me a cup of coffee. – A long time ago a couple of guys used to hang out with the lady who lived here, they were known in the neighbourhood as shamans , they did cleansings, cured ghosts, and they say they exorcised. The woman who lived here called them to ask them for a favour, but she never paid them.

 

The neighbours told me that those men outside the house demanded that she pay, otherwise they would punish her, and with very violent black dogs they made her scratch at the doors.

 

She hid in a room - I immediately thought it was mine - So one day one of them managed to get in. And with what he had in hand he tortured her, ending up sticking two horseshoes in the palm of her hands . And he suffocated her after a while of demanding her money.

 

When neighbours told authorities there was a strong smell coming from the house, police entered to find the scene.

 

Those men apparently have already left, as they have not been seen since. But they say that the dogs they used to scare their debtors were released and are still on the streets.

 

I no longer knew if what my mother had told me made me feel sorry for what that woman had gone through, or scared because the other day I heard something scratching at the door from the patio.

 

I asked her if she knew how much time had passed since then, she told me that after the woman was found dead, about ten years had passed before the house could be sold.

 

Again, a few days passed, I was in the dining room, my new quiet place after everything that had happened. Doing my homework. My mom had gone out for some errands, on the stove was a pot with water, my mom had left it there so that when she arrived she could just pour the vegetables in and turn on the stove.

 

While I was doing my homework, I started hearing an annoying noise repeatedly, as if someone was mixing something.

 

I turned around to find where the noise was coming from, and that's when I saw that the pot was shaking, it was as if someone was stirring it with a little spatula. I don't know where I got the courage to yell at him because I was tired and desperate...

 

Get out of here now, you're bothering me! - I shouted, and the Pot stopped moving! I could feel a slight satisfaction, I managed to get rid of whatever was there.

And when I got ready to do my homework again, I felt something pulling the hair on the back of my neck. With a lot of pain and more annoyance than fear, I ran to where my mom had a sprinkler with holy water and started to walk around everything around me.

 

This somehow made me feel calmer, because while I was spraying, I was also praying. I think that worked. Things calmed down.

 

I decided to repeat the process in my room. I quickly went upstairs and, upon opening my room, began to sprinkle the holy water. It was then that I realized that, at the edge of my bed, it was sunken. As if something was sitting there.

 

I quickly opened the curtain in my room and sprinkled the holy water on the corner of my bed. I could see the bed returning to normal. I figured that all of this was over.

 

After a few hours at dinner, the topic came up that my Mom wanted to call a Priest to bless the house. I had already told him everything that had happened. My Dad, who hardly questioned my Mom at all, agreed.

 

It wasn't long before the priest from the nearest parish came to bless every room, every corner, every place. And I can almost assure you that when he did so, you could hear things creaking, and even some objects began to fall.

When the priest came to my room, he realized that I liked rock and metal, and I don't know if what he told me at that moment was to annoy me or simply to make the moment more pleasant. But he told me that he had many people from the parish who claimed that, when listening to that music, very dark energy was attracted and they end up harassing those who listen to it.

 

Today things have calmed down quite a bit, I can certainly say that we have gone months without any incident, I have seen shadows, as if someone was hiding from me, that is a relief to say that they have not messed with me anymore.

 Copyright © 2020 Debopam Rai Chaudhuri

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