Ghost Calls by hima (read people like a book .TXT) 📕

few minutes Neha walked in with boxes of sandwich and burger, she sat down munching on it.

“What are you staring at? I thought you would be alone here.”She said. I smiled and opened my box; Mrs. Mehta kept two rotis with it potato curry. “That seems so yummy… can I taste it?” Neha asked. I offered her my box. “Wow! Your mom really cooks well.” She said.

“There she is…” the girls who stopped me morning entered in. “How dare you…?” the leader started. “Hi…Poo…” Neha clearly smirked at her. “What…?” she shouted in shock when she saw her. “Do you have a problem Poo? May be Aryan will solve it for you, shall I call him?” she mocked.

Poo left throwing spiteful glances at me. Neha burst out laughing. I waited patiently for her to explain.
“She is my cousin and my brother is her boyfriend…” she still laughed. “Why did she come for you?” she asked after some time.

I explained my first meeting with her, she laughed even more until her eyes clouded with tears. “She thinks she is some queen here and you did right thing by ignoring her. She deserves it.” She laughed.

I like Neha; she is funny and very friendly and never seems to mind about my social status unlike others. In the afternoon we are allotted our locker keys, Neha’s locker is beside mine. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” Neha said handing her bag to me.

I sat on the table in the ground waiting for her. When Poo’s gang rounded me for the third time in the day, one of them snatched away my bag. I tried to take it but couldn’t. “If you want your bag then do as I say…”she ordered.

“Take this and say I love you to that person standing over there.” She said pointing to a stout and dark colored boy. I opened my mouth to protest when one of them made a motion of tearing my notes. I resigned and took the rose from her hand and walked to the person. I could hear them mocking me, after a while when I came back Neha is fighting with Poo and snatched my books and bag away from her.

The fat and dark person came running after me. “Poo, Is this true? You love me…?” He said clutching her hands. “What?”She shrieked. “Please don’t say no now…” he begged her on his knees. “What the freak? What did you say to him, idiot?”She shouted at me. “The same thing that you love him…” I said repeating her sentence. She shouted at me and went silent when she saw a handsome guy walking towards us laughing. She started combing her hair with her fingers. Neha high fived him as soon as he saw her.

“Aryan, this is Megha…” she introduced me. “You are good…” he said still laughing. He is probably most beautiful boy that I had ever seen. Poo lingered around us to get his attention but he stared at me with his affectionate eyes.

“Megha, we’ll drop you at home. Let’s go.” Neha said. “No… “I said when Mr. Mehta rode in his truck. “I got to go.” I said and waved at them as I got in. Aryan and Neha waved back, Aryan still staring at me.

“How was your day?”Mr. Mehta asked. “Good.” I said smiling.


I helped Mrs. Mehta with the dishes and lazily yawned and stretched on my bed. As we talked and did our chores, something on the wall caught my attention. I blinked hard to see it; there she is the ghost girl from my dream on the wall, smiling in a golden frame. She saw me staring at it. “She is my daughter Sapna.” She said. How did I dream about her when I barely know her? I thought.

“Are you sleeping?” I heard a low voice. I checked all directions until my eyes rested on the window sill where Sapna is sitting, I gazed at her and walked slowly towards her. “It’s been a long time since anyone spoke to me.” She said gloomily. “Why didn’t they talk to you?”I asked. She stared at me as if I’m stupid.

“People usually don’t see ghosts.” She smirked. “I can see you…?” I said indignantly. She shrugged her shoulders. “Wait! Technically I’m not seeing you, I’m just dreaming about you…” I answered myself.

“No, you are not. I’m real…I mean I’m really a ghost not your dream…” She huffed. “If you need proof pinch yourself.” She replied. I did and I felt the pain. “This isn’t possible…” I exclaimed.

“Believe me it is…” she said. “But… how?” I asked. “I think it has something to do with the messenger mark on your right palm.” She said turning my hands upside; there beside my middle finger is a star sign. I observed it many a times but thought it must be caused by some accident but something always told me it’s not.

“Every messenger carries that mark, they say.” She said. “Who is a messenger?” I asked. “The persons who help the ghosts to move on to their afterlife, that’s how you heard my call and came here to help me.” She said. “But I’m here to finish my graduation…” I said curtly.

“That is just another reason for you to be pulled to this place… You ought to help me.” “What should I do?” I asked. “I don’t know… but it is said that you help us to move on.” She replied.


“We will think about it tomorrow, go and sleep. You have a long day tomorrow…” She pushed me to bed. As soon as I hit the pillows, I slept deeply.

“Hi! Mr. Mehta.” Neha called coming in our direction. He stared at her, “Didn’t you tell him about me? That I’m your friend.” Without waiting for my answer; she introduced herself as my friend. Mr. Mehta seems to be nervous to talk to her, he nodded for all she said and left.

Neha threw her arms around my shoulders and began to drag me to my classes all the while throwing smiles at everyone who greeted her. Classes were a blur today, most of the time Neha commented or mimicked the lecturers; I enjoyed her chatter very much.

I walked back home since they left us one hour early today and Mr. Mehta had no chance of knowing that. The green trees on both sides formed an arch above my head; the cool breezes chilled my senses, I enjoyed the climate very much. When I heard someone crying for help, I glanced in every direction but I found none. I concentrated on the voice and found it coming from my left. I ran and found a small ditch covered behind the bushes, a person covered in blood lay in the weeds and the bike is on top of him. I panicked seeing so much blood for the first time.

“Help me, I cannot tackle that huge thing…”She said pointing to the bike. She shimmered in her white clothes, At once I knew whoever she is, and she is dead. “It’s my entire fault… I shouldn’t have asked him to drive at top speed, if it weren’t for me… that accident wouldn’t have happened or he…” she sobbed continuously.

I tried to pry his weak body away from the huge thing; she stood sobbing not even trying to help. “Stop crying… and help me with this thing.” I shouted. She was stunned at my rudeness but managed to talk. “I can never lift that thing…” she cried almost like pampered child. “Just try…” I shouted, she examined the thing dubiously and helped me as I guessed her unnatural strength helped her easily to throw the bike away. She laughed at her victory. “He should see me lifting that thing…” she cried with joy. I guess she still doesn’t know that she is dead. I don’t want to give her that news either; she might strangle me in her madness.

“I’ll go call someone for help.” I said. I ran back to the road and luckily I found a car coming towards us. I waved at it to stop. The car skidded to a halt and I ran towards it. I prayed that he would help me, as the person wound the window, I saw Aryan behind the wheel.

“What happened? Do you want a ride?” he said staring at me. Seeing me nervous and filled with dirt, he got down and I dragged him towards the ditch. He saw the man covered in blood and ran towards him. He picked his phone and called immediately to 108. I helped him to carry the body up but due to its slope we stumbled few times.

As we reached the top, 108 are there and they handled it from there. They took him in and gave him first aid meanwhile Aryan rushed back to the place and searched frantically all around the ditch and weeds.

“What are you looking for?” I called running towards him. He jumped down and called me for help. We found the woman’s body, she must have hit the stone beside her, and her face is totally covered in blood. When we brought her body up, I saw the shock registering in her face. She ran hands over her face to conform it. She is distraught when she realized what happened.

“Is he going to be okay?” she asked with muffled cries. I nodded. “You should come with us to give statement.” One of the policemen who arrived at the hospital said. “I saw someone crying for help and when I walked in that direction, I found them.” I admitted.

“Who called for help when his wife is spot dead and he is unconscious.” The police inquired. If I tell him the truth he probably wouldn’t believe me, I panicked. “Enough of this, she said everything she knows…” Aryan said in a stern voice. “If you have any problems speak to my dad.” He said roughly.

The police resigned when the doctor walked in. “He is out of danger.” He said. I sighed. The she ghost glided away, I went after her as she sat on the bench outside in the lawn. “He is safe… he is safe…” she cried.

“Can you give him a message because I doubt he would hear me now?” She said. I nodded. “Say him that I love him and always will be with him in his heart…” she said and started to vanish right in front of my eyes.

Aryan offered to take me back home. The ride to home was silent, many thoughts muddled up my mind. I waved him as Mrs. Mehta rushed to me.

I explained her everything that happened except for the ghost part. She listened intently soon her nerves calmed down. She said that she thought she lost her too same like her daughter. I rubbed her shoulders gently. As I walked into my room, I got cleaned up and thought about what happened earlier.

When Sapna came in with her usual gloomy face, I said that I wish to say something to her; I explained the whole thing and asked her like the woman if she has something to tell her parents. She was excited that I found a way to free her spirit. She said everything that she wanted to tell them. I listened intently and promised to deliver the same early next morning. Even after that I found no change, her light never dimmed nor