The night of the darkest hour Part-2

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I posted part one of this story some time ago, and I said I would post the rest of the story soon. So, here it is(for the first part go and read part one of this blog here is the link: https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-night-of-darkest-fear.html):

...But,  what I saw outside the window was terrifying. A girl was standing just outside my window blood stained. My blood became cold I froze at this sight. No, I could not move, I was so much in fear that my mind had switched off, remembered the stories my colleagues had told me before I booked the apartment.

They had told me that a young girl had been murdered brutally by her landlord and that her ghost was still there roaming awaiting his arrival to revenge on him. Many people who have stayed in this apartment have told that they have heard the screams and shouts of a girl far away and they believe that the blood-stained girl even keeps knocking at the door sometimes crying for help. And after many such incidents people stopped renting this apartment, which was why I could find this apartment at a very reasonable rate. I never believed in ghosts and all these stories just seemed funny to me, and I laughed and made fun of them. This was one of the reasons why I took up this apartment and challenged myself to stay alone here to show everyone that ghosts do not exist. I now thought that I was a fool that I have encountered a ghost and that ghosts do exist. How can I not believe, when I had really seen the girl right in front of me?

I gathered courage and moved to the couch sitting there, I recited some prayers. I have heard that when we recite prayers ghosts don’t attack us. I could still hear her screams and shouts. I closed my ears and sat. I was shivering literally now. No, not because of the cold but because of fear. The clock struck one, I could hear the sound of the clock ticking along with the beats of my heart. Thud!Thud! Thud! No, they are not my heartbeats but someone banging on my door loudly. As they had told me it was the girl who was banging my door crying for help. I froze thinking that the ghost is not going to leave me. I ran and sat under the table as if the ghost was playing hide and seek with me.

I sat under the table thinking that the ghost won’t be able to find me immediately in case it enters the house through the door as they show in movies. Thoughts go weird when you're scared. The most brilliant men like Einstein would also think such things when in fear. I was thinking of ways to escape from the ghost but no way was she going to leave me. The bangs grew louder indicating that she was still waiting outside. I sat under the table for almost an hour waiting for her to leave. Slowly after some time, the bangs stopped. Giving me a great sigh of relief. I gathered strength and switched on the lights of all the rooms assuming that ghosts don’t attack when in bright light. After long and deep thinking, I gathered my mental and physical strength and planned to open the door to check out if she had left.

I walked to the door and it opened a little bit and found that no one was there, with that my fear disappeared. I opened the door wide and moved out to see if she had left I suddenly tripped over something and fell. To my shock I found the girl lying there on the floor. I screamed with fear and went near her slowly to see if she was a ghost, no she was not, she was just a human being like me. She was badly hurt and that was why she was bleeding. I felt ashamed of my stupidity. I lifted her, took her into my apartment, and tried waking her. I splashed water to wake her up, she woke up stunned and started crying, pleading me to help her or else she would be killed.

I calmed her down, gave her some water and also first aid for her wounds, and then something to eat. Now I listened to her story. She said she was kidnapped by a few people and there was a gang of people for that, who kidnap children and send them to begging and earning money through them, if they do not abide by what they say, they would be brutally beaten up. She was the prey to them today and was beaten up just because she refused to do what they wanted.

So this made me realize that the screams that the people used to hear in this apartment were coming from there and not a ghost as all the people there had thought. They refused to open their doors fearing that it could be the ghost when they heard cries for help. If they would have done it then they could have saved many innocent children like her. She looked very scared and innocent. I told her not to get scared and that I would save her from their clutches and also the other children who were there.

I immediately called the police and they reached my apartment around 4 in the morning. The girl recited the entire story to them and the police nabbed the gang of 5 and also rescued the small innocent children from their clutches. The police congratulated me for my bravery and said that they would award me for my brave work from the government.


So, that was the whole story, hope you liked it. Do tell me your opinions by commenting on the blog.

[P.S: I am open for collaborations.]

Bye!

Check out the previous posts:

The night of the darkest hour Part-1

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-night-of-darkest-fear.html 

Artifice

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/05/lets-talk-artifice.html


 

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