THAT LAST PICK UP THAT DAY....

Today I was more restless than usual while I was trying to catch my hard earned nap after a long hectic night shift. After turning in bed for more than an hour, when I did snooze off, didn’t realise until I was woken up the eerie ring of my cell which died before I could answer it. I looked at it, it was some unknown number. To my dismay it was already 7 PM, the time for me to get up, yet I switched it off and again covered myself with the sheet.

There was a cold chill in the air, something unusual at this time of year, when everyone else had been complaining of heat.

I finally stepped out of my bed to switch off the AC and felt as if something was in the wind, and the "something" would undoubtedly bear fruit. At first I was certain I was losing my mind due to lack of proper sleep, but when objects in the room began to shift, changing from place to place by an unseen hand, I knew I wasn't mad. 

It was really happening and someone--something was causing it. I could really see shadows come out of the corners of my room and there were smoky wisps of mist hanging in the air, only to vanish when I turned to view them head on…

What is actually happening to me?? I broke into cold sweat; a fear gripped my mind, a fear unexplainable, a fear not only of dying but loosing my eternal soul to the devil suffocated me. I struggled hard to move out of my bed, shouted my roommate’s name and whole time I felt a pain in my head, and this horrible fear..i prayed to God over and over and I could really see a devil’s face manifested in front of me.

I closed my eyes tightly, reopened them to find my roomie holding a cup of coffee for me, it was just 7:04 PM, and I was asleep only for 4 minutes. I asked her if she could hear me and she said yes, she was in fact scared of waking me up.

Over the cup of coffee, I told her about the dream I had, and soon we were talking about one of the weirdest happenings which occurred during the same month two years back.

Our cab had arrived before the scheduled time and since ours was the first pick up that day, we had to board it. As soon as we boarded it, I noticed the driver, same driver, but was looking cranky that day, or was he drunk.

I asked him for the roster to see the rest of the pick ups, a thing which I usually never do as the route and other things usually remain same. There were only two more pick ups to be done, a boy who lived near our apartment only but his pick up was cancelled. There was another name “yamini” scribbled in poor handwriting of the driver, she stayed somewhere in interiors of dwarka. Apparently her pick was added on at the last moment. I always hated such add-ons.

With noticeable frustration in my voice I asked the driver for her phone number to confirm her pick up and the location of her house. The driver was himself upset about this and said that he didn’t have the phone number and only address was given to him by someone in the transport. I was however calmed to know that he knew the place.

I was just surprised that why I haven’t heard of this girl before, I turned to my roommate to tell her but to find that she had already dozed off, her head already comfortably rested against the seat.

To distract my mind, I asked the driver to put on the radio and was soon found myself singing loudly even those songs which I hated most.

Anyways, after a tiring drive of 45 minutes we entered dwarka, my anxiety piling up and my roommate was now almost snoring unaware of anything. After another drive of 10 minutes, we soon entered a lane, it was a bumpy road leading to a dark trail outlined with many houses which looked rather uninhabited with very few windows lit up during that that time of the day. 

Our cab finally stopped near an old looking house, it looked depressing almost morbid as if most of the people who reside there were dead.

Even after honking for five minutes, when nobody came, I asked the driver to go and report at the house. From a distance in that darkness, I could figure out an old decent looking couple standing at the doorway, looking startled as if not expecting anyone at this point of time.

I heard the driver asking about the girl and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the old man telling in a very upset voice that yamini was their daughter but she lost her life two years back in an accident while she was going to her office in the cab and today was in fact her birthday. I recalled hearing about this accident in the office.

In that darkness too, I could see the driver almost turning white out of fear looking scared out of his wits. In fact, I was also freaked out completely but kept my composure and just sat there as calmly as I could. He came back trembling out of fear, as if someone had just sucked his life out.

Before he could say anything, I told him that I have heard everything and someone from the transport who apparently knew this girl and was aware of her birthday must have just cracked a stupid joke on him. My mind is quite quick to stumble on the reasons which sound more realistic.

I asked him about the name of the person who added this pick up at the last moment, but he said that in hurry he forgot to ask his name. I simply handed over him my water bottle and asked him to take water.

Dismissing the whole incident as a prank, I asked him to take the cab to the company, looking apologetically and sadly towards yamini’s parents from a distance. The driver drove the cab like hell and obviously perturbed by that absurd silence which had descended in, my roomy woke up rubbing her eyes, asked me what happened, we are now more attuned to sleep amidst noisy surroundings. I decided to tell her nothing at that time and told her only when we reached the company. We tried to find out from the transport but no one knew about that call made, who would of course confess of doing such a thing.

We still joke around about this but today also when I remember that night, I have my hairs pick up and get the shoots of cold run down my spine. Was it just a prank done by someone or yamini really wanted to celebrate her birthday in the office??

Tags: birthday, ghost, eerie, horror, cab, office, driver

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