The story begins when my grand father’s posting was in Darjeeling district the famous hill station of India where its weather is always cold and foggy that even it become difficult to see further during day time and his posting was mainly in deep forest area.
My grand father and his comrades were given the duty to protect the border area of the region because some illegal activities were happening on that region and where they stayed was very beautiful and old Bungalow .He mentioned with his memory that the house was two store floor, spiral shaped stairs and fireplace to make the room warm beautiful crafted wooden chairs and tables and one big chandelier tagged on the ceiling making the room royal look and the whole Bungalow was made by teak woods. It was beautifully designed and crafted so we can said that it was a master piece of its time and even after so many years it was well organized and looks marvelous.
When my grand father begins to stay at that house it was quite normal and everything seems fine. He woke up early in the morning doing his regular exercise and goes for his 6 hours duty and comes to have rest on that house. After spending some weeks he starts feeling that someone or something is watching him but he ignores it . But it was only the beginning of horror and one night he begins to hear some boot like foot step coming towards the Bungalow and after that he can clearly hears the sound of opening the office door and dragging sound of chair and sitting on it and also the flipping sound of files that anyone can understand that someone is checking on it. At first he thought some intruder or thief was there to stole .So he quickly getup from his bed catch the thief and runs towards the office room.But when he reached the office room the door was locked, at that time he was so scared that his only thought was to run away and go to his room as fast as possible.
In the morning time he and his friends went to check on the office room and unlocked the office. The room was quite dark because there was no source of light and all windows were closed, floors were dusty and dirty, every corner were surrounded by cobweb bookshelf’s books were scattered and there was one old fireplace beautifully designed of British era. May be it was someone’s study room or office room .After seeing the room it was like that nobody has come to this place for many years.
Now the question arise if no one has entered the room then whose boots sound was that and the sound of opening door and scratching sound of pen that somebody was writing .
TO BE CONTINUED………………………..
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