Old man and ghost!
Old man found a ghost or not?
It’s the middle of the night. Bats are hovering high in the sky. Owls are hooting. Wolves are howling. The moon is shrouded in shadows.
A curious old man is walking down the most haunted road. With that, he’d come to know the answer to the question lingering in the back of his mind — Do ghosts really exist?
In front of him, on a mountain is a dim lambent light. Probably, a car is approaching from behind. He doesn’t care about the car or the human behind the wheel. He’s only and only interested in ghosts…in their presence.
The car is just passing parallel to him as it’s a narrow road. Old man slid to the extreme right in the shade of the mountain. How good he’s, as he’s provided a passage to the car. He cares about humans but he’s to find the answer to his question — Do ghosts really exist?
The car came to a complete stop, and the driver’s gaze met his.The driver took a look around.The road is deserted! The sky is dark! The sound of silence reigns supreme, with owls gliding from one branch of a tree to the next.
The driver got down from the car and is running in the opposite direction. But the old man is firm. He’s realised the ghost is nearby, and the driver must’ve noticed its presence. That’s why the driver ran, he thinks. He laughs at the cowardice of the driver. His inner voice says, I’m not a coward. I’ll not run — whatever the circumstance would be.
Despite, his brave intentions, the signs of fear are visible on his skin — goosebumps! The ghost is nearby, he’s whispering these words to himself, again and again, without a pause. He looks around, in every possible direction — on his left, to his right, straight and backwards — as much as his neck can rotate. Still no sign of a ghost, except the cold air blowing from the mountains, playing with his hair, swaying them in its direction.
He’s thinking…and pondering…and thinking…and pondering…How can I see a ghost? — he inquires once more.
In the whirring of his mind, he recalls a fact:
Humans can see ghosts in a mirror, but ghosts aren’t gifted with the ability to see their own form in a mirror.
His eyes brighten. His body moves towards the car, that the driver had left behind. There’s a reason for everything, maybe the driven has left his car for me, to spot a ghost, his inner voice says. There’s a mirror…inside the car…I must go at once.
He looks around. Night is becoming dark, darker and darkest. He pulls the door open and settles himself on the fluffy and comfortable driver’s seat. This time, the door is pulled back from within the vehicle. His entire body is trembling. Ghost is close by. He is aware of its presence. With the slow movement of fingers, he adjusts the mirror. He does not want to miss the chance….the chance of spotting a ghost.
Mirror is not adjusted well, he whispers. His heart is racing. He’s trying hard to turn the mirror in the opposite direction, towards the mountain, as it’s the darkest direction. Atlast, the mirror has begun to move. Ghost is not there. It’s not there in the direction of mountain.
His hand slowly turns the mirror in the direction of the dark clouds. To his surprise, the ghost is not there even. He feels as if he’s wasted his entire life in search of the wrong answer. Maybe there isn’t any ghost! It’s just in the stories…to scare people…he feels.
But he’s willing to give a last try. There’s only one direction in which he didn’t look. He hasn’t looked in the backseat of the car — the seat behind his own seat. At last, mirror is pointed in the direction of backseat. Just once! From now-onwards, I’ll not think about ghosts. I’ll not read about them, he says.
He looks in the mirror in frustration.
After looking in the mirror, he zoomed in the direction of driver.
Why he jumped out of the car?
Is he scared?
Was there a ghost?
What was in the mirror?
What was in the mirror?
—Everything! But his own form was missing…….
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