The Diary

The party was in full swing. All kinds of beverages flowing like water. It was Ashok’s house warming party after all. He had just bought a new house, a bungalow. Two storied, imperial design with six large bedrooms. Ashok was always the best person in his group when it came at throwing a party. It was around 2am now, Ashok took his leave from the bustling living room to go to the toilet. Since the one at the ground floor wasn’t repaired yet he had to go to the master bedroom on the first floor. As he passed a room on the right he though he heard something. He slowly glanced inside the room he had just passed. There were dolls and a tea set lying around. He shook his head and moved towards the master bedroom. After finishing his work as he was washing his hands he saw something lying beneath the bathtub. His curiosity got the better of him. He went ahead and picked it up. It was a diary. It read “Diary for 1981”. As he opened the first page, he saw, “To Anand, Happy Birthday! (20^th July 1981)”

He turned the pages to start reading the diary entries

July 24^th

Finally all settled in. Anita is looking so beautiful sleeping. Was such a hectic day, shifting to a new place and all. I seriously hope we make some great memories here. The bungalow is great, spacious rooms, nice kitchen, big windows and veranda is really awesome.

July 25^th

Was a good day at office. Anita is preparing something delicious, at least the smell is super good. Tanya is playing with her dolls inviting me for a tea party, how can a man not go to the tea party of her daughter! Off I go…

July 28^th

Tanya was not feeling well since past couple of days. It seem she had a bad nightmare. She cried the whole night on 25^th. She is feeling a lot better now. Anita almost got sick herself worrying about her.

July 31^st

Month end trip with family was a hit. Loved the weather. Gentle rains made everything even better. Both mother and daughter are sleeping so soundly, occupying the whole bed that I had to come to Tanya’s room to sleep tonight…….wait, there’s some sound coming from the bed room…

August 7^th

I cannot believe Anita..the way she’s behaving! In this age, she believes in supernatural and spirits! She hasn’t stopped fretting since that night. She said she heard water running from the master bathroom and when she went to check she saw blood gushing out of the shower! When I reached she was on the floor crying, the bathroom was all clean and dry! Tanya is trying her best to act ok, but watching her mother like this is taking a toll on her.

August 9^th

Took Anita to doctor today. He say it’s some kind of mental stress. I don’t know what’s happening. Everything seems so gray now.

August 10^th

Anita is feeling whole lot better now. And I had a weird encounter while having a bath now. A cool breeze went over my face. I’m wondering how, since the bathroom window was closed.

August 11^th

Things are getting weirder here. Today Tanya saw something peeping through the windows multiple times. I would’ve overlooked it but even Anita saw it. Don’t know what’s happening here. Will go talk to the neighbor’s about it tomorrow.

August 12^th

People in the neighborhood are very cold. They won’t even talk to me properly. And the peeping still continues. Seems like I need to talk to the police now.

August 13^th

Spoke to the police, they said they’ll look into it. Tanya is behaving weird since yesterday. Locked up in her room. She says she wants to go back as she doesn’t like the people who live here.

August 14^th

Now it’s getting out of hands. Anita has again started with the ghost’s thing, and Tanya still won’t come out of her room. I cannot believe that all those memories I wished to create here are ending up like this! I’ll go talk to the real estate agent tomorrow.

August 15^th

I…I was soo wrong….while everyone is celebrating Independence Day, we have been trapped here. The doors won’t open, the windows won’t budge nor break, the phone lines are out. Banging and screaming isn’t working as the other bungalows are far out from each other. And now even I can see them peeping in from the windows! The only thing that can be described of them are their blood red eyes! There is no way for us to get the word out. Anita and Tanya are hiding in the attic. I’m sitting here in the living room with a bat.

Ashok gulped as he continued reading further,

August 16^th

Still trapped in the house. Tanya is still crying, though Anita is gaining her composure back. There were many shadows running all around windows last night. It seems we have no choice but to wait this out.

August 17^th

This was the worst day of my life…..Anita totally lost it in the morning and stabbed herself with the kitchen knife!!!!!! I’ve done some first aid but it doesn’t look too good…!! I have no idea what am I supposed to do! Tanya has frozen still seeing all this!!!

August 18^th

Anita is trying her best to stay with me….Tanya is still in shock, sitting in staring at the roof. I cannot make her to eat anything yet…….I guess won’t be long before I lose it as well. There’s some noise in the kitchen………..

All is lost…….there were shadows trying to get inside the house from the kitchen window….tanya ran up to the attic…….and I heard her scream….. I dunno what happened to my little princess….the attic door is locked as well……………..how should I tell this to Anita!!!???

It wasn’t that difficult to tell her after all…she listened to it motionlessly……… I’ve lost both of the pillars of strength……….why is that I’m the only one here now!

I’m locked in the bathroom now……they have entered the house from the attic…. I can hear strange noises everywhere….something like chewing and chomping….

I have my knife here with me……. I will end it now…..but if anyone gets this diary and is reading this…. Get off this house as soon as you can! They gave us three weeks, don’t know how many hours you might get….run away…run awayyy!!

At this point Ashok’s fear was visible on his face, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. He got up to go and tell his friends about the diary. But just as he opened the toilet door, he heard screams from downstairs. Ashok froze with fear. His face turning pale. His friends were being murdered! He got back to his senses and closed the door shut. He crouched inside the bathtub with his hands over his ears so as to avoid hearing the agonizing screams of his friends. He sat there for the rest of the night. As the voices dulled he got up, kept the diary back from where he found it and moved slowly towards the door. He still did not have the courage to open it though. So he just peeped through the keyhole. On the other side, he saw a bright red, with distinctly visible black pupil string at him! And with a loud noise the door was cracked open!