A horrible anecdote

A horrible anecdote

It happened two years back. Horror being one of my favorite genres of movies, novels etcetera, I decided to write a horror story. A dreadful story.  

I was so excited when I held my pen to write. I wrote about Jen, a History teacher, who was very cruel.  There was a story behind her cruel behavior. She had been nice once. As my story progressed, I was getting more and more thrilled. I finished writing page one.

Next day, I went to school. The day was hectic but story was still on my mind. I came back and began writing. It was about events that would eventually lead to the climax of the story. In these pages, a few students played a terrible prank on the teacher which took her life. I wrote page two and continued to page three and four.  In between writing, I felt asleep and saw a dream in which the story I had written so far came.

 On weekend, I typed three pages on my laptop and continued writing story. It was page five where the climax took place. The teacher’s ghost had begun haunting the students.  When I finished writing, it was already night. I ate dinner and went to sleep.

‘‘Destroy that story.  I don’t want a story about me to be written.’’ I heard a creepy voice screaming.

I heard more weird noises. I felt that my throat was compressed and I wasn’t able to utter a word.  But I don’t know how I managed to shout and called my mother. She came running to me. I said her that I was scared. She slept next to me and I no more heard ghostly voices.

Out of panic and trepidation, next morning, I deleted that story from my laptop and destroyed all the ink fed pages on which that story was written. I felt calm.