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The haunted Goan house
We reached Goa late at night, one couple was in Goa before us, they came to pick us up from the airport and we headed straight towards the house we booked online with excellent reviews. The road that lead to the house off shooting from the main road was scary as hell. It had all the features of any horror movie, old temple, dense vegetation, no people, no shops, only deafening silence.
The car tyres screeched and stopped on the gravel spread outside house. Two mute dogs with wagging tails welcomed us. There was an old maruti 800 parked outside the house. We expected the host to come and greet us, but nobody came. We took the luggage from the jeep and entered through main door. The house had a weird architecture model. Three storey building with two set of stairs, one set leading nowhere and ending in middle of the air, and one leading to the rooms with dim red lights. We were really excited on reaching Goa but the house dampened our roaring spirits.
We chose our rooms, I took the ground floor room with largest glass windows. One friend took the room on first floor and the other on the second floor. We started settling when one of our friends screamed and came running out of the room, we went to help and saw her pointing at almost 100 creepy dolls staring back at us from the room's parapet. What the hell, who does this kind of decor, we thought and rummaged all dolls out of the room wrapped in bedsheet. The room also had a small balcony that opened towards the backside, which had no view but just some trees that looked like ghouls from a distance.
The third couple had no problem with the creepy red lights and they settled well. It was too late and we all were very hungry, so after changing into night suits, we all got together in the common room and kitchen. We were numb for a while but there was some food for us, that comforted us with tea at end. We all just settled on the couches talking about plans for Goa and discussing the weird location and why the host made such creepy house here, when we heard loud footsteps coming downstairs, we all screamed together and one entity emerged shouting at us probably in French to be quiet. We were shocked to discover that another set of guests were putting up in the same house on the top most floor that we thought was a store. She left with her angry face and we looked at each other and guffawed being most inconsiderate Indians. The night was dismissed and we wished good luck to each other and went back to our rooms.
We all got back together in the morning being brave in the sunlight. All went everywhere in the house to see what more weird artefacts it contained. On entering the kitchen we found a lean guy and girl working on the stove. They couldn't speak English so we talked to them by gestures. They had made breakfast for us, and it was surprising to notice that they were also quiet as the house, as much that none of us noticed their presence in the house at night or even in the morning. It was found that the large glass panes are always making creepy noise due to air passage and that the house was very close to a cemetery. Me being the most inquisitive, went on the rooftop to discover a reading corner with a rocking chair, which started moving, if I didn't imagine it. I came downstairs chanting Ram Ram and got busy for leaving the place for beach.
How time flew on the beach, we had no idea and then it was time to go back to the creepy house. We were sad but were better than first day and we all were together, so it didn't matter. The night went well, without anything disaster, we were nice to our neighbours in the same house too. One thing we couldn't understand was that what was the relationship of the couple that helped in the house, were they siblings or a couple? Often we heard them chatting and laughing eerily, but we dismissed any offensive thoughts.
Three days went like this and we had started feeling comfortable when one of us (couple) had to leave for an urgent work and other decided to stay near beach that last night. So, it was me and my husband who had to go back to the house that evening. TBH we were scared but we had to go back. Throughout the way, we kept imagining someone staring back at us on the totally isolated roads. We thought atleast the russian guests would be in the house to give us company but that night they had also left with their maruti 800. So it was just us in that isolated house with that help couple. We were scared as shit, I was imagining every worst thing of the world, what if the mysterious couple kills us tonight or someone is hiding in the house already. We changed but we couldn't sleep, I am telling you, I heard footsteps on the gravel outside our room and something kept making scratching sounds in the cupboard. We held hands and waited for the dawn to break eagerly. Finally, we got strength to get ready, pack our bags and leave the house.
It was that moment only when I decided that this house deserves a story and here it is.
© Meenu
The car tyres screeched and stopped on the gravel spread outside house. Two mute dogs with wagging tails welcomed us. There was an old maruti 800 parked outside the house. We expected the host to come and greet us, but nobody came. We took the luggage from the jeep and entered through main door. The house had a weird architecture model. Three storey building with two set of stairs, one set leading nowhere and ending in middle of the air, and one leading to the rooms with dim red lights. We were really excited on reaching Goa but the house dampened our roaring spirits.
We chose our rooms, I took the ground floor room with largest glass windows. One friend took the room on first floor and the other on the second floor. We started settling when one of our friends screamed and came running out of the room, we went to help and saw her pointing at almost 100 creepy dolls staring back at us from the room's parapet. What the hell, who does this kind of decor, we thought and rummaged all dolls out of the room wrapped in bedsheet. The room also had a small balcony that opened towards the backside, which had no view but just some trees that looked like ghouls from a distance.
The third couple had no problem with the creepy red lights and they settled well. It was too late and we all were very hungry, so after changing into night suits, we all got together in the common room and kitchen. We were numb for a while but there was some food for us, that comforted us with tea at end. We all just settled on the couches talking about plans for Goa and discussing the weird location and why the host made such creepy house here, when we heard loud footsteps coming downstairs, we all screamed together and one entity emerged shouting at us probably in French to be quiet. We were shocked to discover that another set of guests were putting up in the same house on the top most floor that we thought was a store. She left with her angry face and we looked at each other and guffawed being most inconsiderate Indians. The night was dismissed and we wished good luck to each other and went back to our rooms.
We all got back together in the morning being brave in the sunlight. All went everywhere in the house to see what more weird artefacts it contained. On entering the kitchen we found a lean guy and girl working on the stove. They couldn't speak English so we talked to them by gestures. They had made breakfast for us, and it was surprising to notice that they were also quiet as the house, as much that none of us noticed their presence in the house at night or even in the morning. It was found that the large glass panes are always making creepy noise due to air passage and that the house was very close to a cemetery. Me being the most inquisitive, went on the rooftop to discover a reading corner with a rocking chair, which started moving, if I didn't imagine it. I came downstairs chanting Ram Ram and got busy for leaving the place for beach.
How time flew on the beach, we had no idea and then it was time to go back to the creepy house. We were sad but were better than first day and we all were together, so it didn't matter. The night went well, without anything disaster, we were nice to our neighbours in the same house too. One thing we couldn't understand was that what was the relationship of the couple that helped in the house, were they siblings or a couple? Often we heard them chatting and laughing eerily, but we dismissed any offensive thoughts.
Three days went like this and we had started feeling comfortable when one of us (couple) had to leave for an urgent work and other decided to stay near beach that last night. So, it was me and my husband who had to go back to the house that evening. TBH we were scared but we had to go back. Throughout the way, we kept imagining someone staring back at us on the totally isolated roads. We thought atleast the russian guests would be in the house to give us company but that night they had also left with their maruti 800. So it was just us in that isolated house with that help couple. We were scared as shit, I was imagining every worst thing of the world, what if the mysterious couple kills us tonight or someone is hiding in the house already. We changed but we couldn't sleep, I am telling you, I heard footsteps on the gravel outside our room and something kept making scratching sounds in the cupboard. We held hands and waited for the dawn to break eagerly. Finally, we got strength to get ready, pack our bags and leave the house.
It was that moment only when I decided that this house deserves a story and here it is.
© Meenu
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