I still remember that day. It was during rainy season. After sending every person of my small family to their respective duty destinations, I cleaned my house and decided to take bath. Though it was around 11 am, outside it was very dark due to clouds, the wind was making scary sounds in trees. It looked as if rain may pour down any time.
I locked the front door and went to my attached bathroom. After sometime apart from sound of water I could hear something else. It was as if two people are whispering among themselves. I dismissed it as my imagination overworking. Then there was soft singing sound. But when I closed the tap I could still hear the whispering sounds. This time I was little apprehensive. Who was it? No one was there in the house, so how come I was hearing these sounds? I started remembering all kinds of stories. May be some thief broke and entered my house. I was too scared to call out loud. Somehow I managed to finish dressing, and suddenly what do I notice in my dressing table mirror, which was facing the door. My bedroom door was opening slowly. I couldn’t move or scream. It moved a little and then stopped. Now so many thoughts started running in my head. I remembered all thrillers and horror movies which I have seen. Was this really thief or some non-human entity? How can anyone come inside the home through locked door? Surely this is some ghost. But how to tackle a ghost? I remembered something else told to me by my friend just yesterday. She told as she was born on Amavasya and Saturday, she could see ghosts, whenever she took head bath. I started cursing myself for taking head bath. But wait a minute, I don’t think I was born on Amavasya. I decided to ask my mother strongly next time I talked with her. But to ask her first I have to escape this ghost. Suddenly it thundered loudly with a big lightning. I screamed loudly. Again it was silent. Only the bedroom door swinging to and fro, as if someone is trying to decide whether to enter or not. With every swing the hinges made strange sound. The sound got my already fragile nerves and I berated myself for not oiling them last night. Serves you right for being lazy. I was on the verge of nervous breakdown. Somehow I made myself go towards the bedroom door. The whispering and low singing was still there. Now I was in dilemma, when I open the door, shall I put my hand out first or my leg? If the ghost caught hold of my limb what can I do? So I decided to put my whole head out side, this way at least I could see the room before I venture out. Thankfully the room was empty. I took a deep breath, but remembered ghosts are invisible. What if he/she can see me while I can’t? What if the ghost is observing me and all my moves now also? I have to make this clear next time I talk to my friend. I must ask her to ask those ghosts who appear to her, if they can see us while they are invisible. With all these thoughts moving in my mind like tsunami, I dashed to my front door and with one twist opened it and fell down in the corridor. As usual the corridor was deserted. I didn’t appreciate that fact as I always do. This time I needed someone in the corridor, even though it meant they would see my humiliating fall. I went down and called security people, telling them some cock and bull story about water not coming in kitchen and come and see. I couldn’t tell them about my doubts about ghosts you see, otherwise from next day this respected madam would start getting strange looks from those people. Two of them came with me. When they saw my front door open they were very unhappy. You madams keep your doors open when you go out, and blame security when something is missing, they muttered under their breath. I was not in a mood to retaliate. They went staright towards kitchen and I followed them meekly like a kitten. While crossing the guest room on the way I saw the TV in the room was running. Now with two security persons in house I became bold and I went in wondering, are ghosts interested in soap operas too? Outside it was still raining and nature was still roaring and flashing. With that flash my brain also flashed. Before going to office my husband was watching TV. Then power was gone, and he forgot to switch it off at main plug. So while I was bathing the power came and TV started playing. When something becomes clear you get answers to all other puzzles also. The bedroom door was swinging not because, someone was pushing from outside, yes, actually someone was pushing it. Wind god. It was swinging due to force of wind. The two guards came and said everything is ok with kitchen tap. I acted as if I was relieved with their news, where as in reality I was relieved by knowing that it was TV and not ghosts which were making whispering sounds.
“All is well that ends well” 
My encouter with Ghosts
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