SUPERNATURAL

IT WAS LATE EVENING IN THE MONTH OF JULY AT THE EDGE OF CEMENTARY NEAR PIR CHOWDRI AT KAPURTHALA . A PERSON I THINK WHO WAS ACCUSTOMED TO ME WAS STANDING CLOSE TO ONE OF THE GRAVES AND LAUGHING AND TALKING WITH SOMEONE NOT VISIBLE . I STOPPED MY ACTIVA THERE TO INVESTIGATE THE SITUATION . THE RAIN STARTED WITH A BRIGHT LIGHTENING SHOWING HIS FACE . HE WAS MR . MOHAMMAD SHAREEF WHO LOOKED FULLY DRUNK WITH HIS SWOLLEN EYE BAGS AND HIS LOOKS WERE FULL OF TERROR.HIS LAUGHTER ECHOED THE WHOLE PLACE . HIS LAUGHTER THREATENED THE TREES . TWO YEARS BACK I MET HIM LAST WHEN HE WAS GOING TO DELHI FOR WORK AND NOT CONTACTED HIM SINCE THEN . HE WAS SOBER MAN WITH JOLLY NATURE BUT ON SEEING HIM IN THIS STATE , I REALLY FELT BAD FOR HIM .I FELT MY RESPONSIBILITY TO GIVE HIM A LIFT TO HIS HOME . AS SOON AS I PARKED MY VEHICLE , MY PHONE RUNG . I TOOK IT OUT OF MY POCKET AND FOUND THAT NO ONE WAS CALLING . THE PHONE SWITCHED OFF IMMEDIATELY . I FELT A LITTLE SCARED . THE CREEPY SOUNDS AND SCARY LAUGHTER SURROUNDED ME AND FORCED ME TO LEAVE TH PLACE WITHOUT MORE THINKING . THOUGH I WAS RELUCTANT TO DO , I WAS FORCED TO LEAVE MR MOHAMMAD THERE IN CEMENTARY . ON THE WAY , I FELT UNEASY . I THOUGHT OF HIM ALL THE WAY . WHEN I REACHED MY HOME I FOUND THAT MRS. MOHAMMAD SHAREEF WAS STANDING JUST IN FRONT OF THE DOOR OF MY HOUSE . I GREETED HER AND ASKED HER TO MOVE UNDER THE CEILING PROTRUDING OUT FOR THE TIME I OPENED THE DOOR . CONTRARY TO MY EXPECTATIONS SHE WALKED TOWARDS ME WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE AND SAID ,"Thank you Very Much For Giving Him Lift " .  I TURNED BACK AND SAW ONLY THE WET SEAT AND NOTHING ELSE . THEN I TURNED TOWARDS HER TO ASK WHAT SHE MEANT . THERE WAS NO ONE STANDING . I LOOKED FOR HER HERE AND THERE BUT WAS UNABLE TO FIND HER . SUDDENLY MY ACTIVA SLIPPED OVER THE MUD AND PUSHED ME INTO THE DOOR . I HAD LOCKED THE DOOR PROPERLY . THEN WHY WAS IT OPEN  ?AT THE SAME MOMENT I HEARD THE SOUND PRODUCED WHEN DOOR WAS LOCKED . KEY WAS IN MY HAND . I WONDER HOW WAS IT LOCKED . THERE WAS A RUSH OF FEELINGS INSIDE ME . I WAS SCARED . I COULD FEEL THE SWEAT DROPS RIDING ON MY FOREHEAD . HARDLY HAD I SWITCHED ON THE LIGHT WHEN MY TELEPHONE RUNG . I WAS SO SCARED THAT I FEARED TO PICK UP THE TELEPHONE . GATHERING COURAGE I PICKED UP THE TELEPHONE . A GIRL SPOKE FROM THE OTHER SIDE . IN A MOURNFUL VOICE SHE SAID,"UNCLE, I AM AMEENA . UN...C...L...E M..O..M D..A..D MET W......ITH AN A...CCIDENT " . THEN SHE CUT THE PHONE . NO SOONER DID I REMEMBER THAT SHE WAS DAUGHTER OF MOHAMMAD SHAREEF THAN THE TUBELIGHT BURSTED LEAVING ME UNCONSCIOUS ON FLOOR.......