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The Lady in White
by Sampurna Borah

One day after I finished eating my dinner I went to my bed and started reading a story book. I did not know when I was fast asleep.

In the middle of the night our doorbell rang. I thought that my mother or father would open the door, therefore, I did not bother. But the bell kept on ringing continuously.

I woke up to tell my mother but there was no one on the bed, not even my brother. I thought of telling my father but there was no one in the other room also. Now I felt scared. I called out to everyone in the house, but there was no one. I tried to switch on the light but there was no light. The whole house was dark. The bell rang again. Now I had no choice but to open the door. I took the keys and went down (our house is in the first floor).

When I went to open the collapsible iron door, I could not see anything in the dark. Suddenly, I saw a very bright light through the holes of the iron door. A woman in a white sari with long black hair till her waist was holding a candle in the dark. Her whole body was glowing. She had a very pale face, her eyes were like hollow sockets and her nails were very long. She smiled when she looked at me. I looked at her feet and they were turned on the other side. I at once knew that she was a ghost. I did not open the door. I ran up praying she might go away.

But she did not go. She came through the door without even opening it. I ran as fast as I could to my room and locked the door. But she appeared from nowhere in my room. She held out her hand and started to come towards me. Then, suddenly her sari began to turn red. Actually it was covered with blood. She laughed and said, “This is the blood of the people whom I have killed. The next would be yours. I was very scared. Her long fingers and nails started gripping my neck.

And at that time my mother wake me up for school. I was sweating very much. I thanked god that it was only a dream.

I shall never be able to forget this dream in my whole life. 

Sampurna Borah is in Class V of Holy Child School, Guwahati, India

10-May-2009
 
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