Experience the chilling true story of Barnali, narrated by Shaborni Mitra, Class 5, Epic Public School. A tale of bullying, friendship, and an eerie encounter during college days that will leave you with goosebumps.
Ohh! let me narrate a horror story to you. Well, it would be more appropriate to call it a real incident instead of a story, and it occurred with someone who is quite close to me. She lived with my parents and me and her name is Barnali. Do you know how is she related to me? Well she is none other then my elder sister.
Barnali, is not just my sister; she’s my best friend. She’s a sweet, innocent girl with two neat braids and a pair of specs. As of today, she teaches at a nursing college in town, but the incident which I narrate to you today happened to her way back when she was just 19 or 20 and trust me this narration will send shivers down your spine.
It was her first day at college, and she was quite excited. So as she entered the college two senior girls, Pinky and Monty, approached her.
“Are you new here?” they asked.
“Yes,” my sister replied softly, and asked innocently, “So can we be my friends?”
“Ha ha ha! You thought that we can be friends with someone like you? What a joke, you have no standard!” they spoke humiliating my sister and not just that one of them snatched her specs and threw them on the ground.
“We’re your seniors. Clean our shoes,” they ordered.
My sister, being shy and quiet, picked up her specs silently and walked to her class. But the bullying didn’t stop there. After class, Pinky and Monty found her again and began insulting her.
Just then, their science teacher, Miss Preety, arrived. “What is going on here?” she asked.
My sister told her the truth, but to her surprise and disappointment, Miss Preety informed, “Barnali, you’re new here. You don’t understand. These girls are the owner’s daughters. If I scold them, they’ll complain to their father. So please be careful.”
But the bullying did not end there, they continued harassing her every day. My sister was devastated and was too frightened to share her troubles with anyone.
This way time passed and one afternoon, as she was sitting alone in the college garden, a cheerful girl approached her.
“Why are you sitting here all alone?” the girl asked.
“No one wants to be my friend,” my sister replied sadly.
“I’ll be your friend! Hi, I’m Susmita,” the girl said with a warm smile.
From that day, my sister and Susmita became inseparable. They talked, shared lunches, and supported each other. One evening, while enjoying an ice cream, Barnali asked, “Which year are you in, Susmita?”
“I was in my second year,” Susmita replied.
“Was? What do you mean?” Barnali asked, confused.
“Before I died, I was in the second year,” Susmita said casually.
Barnali stared at her all confused.
“Ha ha, I’m joking!” Susmita laughed.
“You don’t do that ever.” Barnali said after a deep breath.
The next day, during a conversation with Susmita, Miss Preety walked by and saw Barnali. “Barnali, who are you talking to?” she asked.
“To my best friend, Susmita,” Barnali replied innocently.
Miss Preety’s face turned pale. “Barnali, there’s no one here.”
Barnali looked beside her, and Susmita was gone.
“Are you talking about Susmita from the second year?” Miss Preety asked.
“Yes, Mam,” Barnali said nervously.
“That’s impossible! Susmita died in an accident before you joined this college!”
Barnali was shocked, after a moment she gathered her breath and narrated the entire incidents to Miss Preety , but the teacher didn’t believe her.
That evening, she shared the incident with our family. Our parents too did not believe her and said that it was just her imagination. But I knew she was speaking the truth, because I had seen Susmita’s photo and even spoken to her on the phone once. The next evening, Barnali and I were on the roof chatting. It was a holiday that day, suddenly as we turned towards the courtyard we saw her again. Susmita didi was standing in the distance, smiling at us.
