Navika Ghosh, of class 4 shares this suspenseful short story about a late-night encounter with ghost, where hunger leads to a terrifying trip to the storeroom.
I woke up with a start. The clock showed 2:00 a.m., and my stomach growled with hunger. Groggily, I got out of bed and stumbled towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I frowned — it was nearly empty, save for a loaf of bread.
“Guess this will have to do,” I mumbled to myself, pulling out two slices.
I popped them into the toaster, but after pressing the button, nothing happened. The toaster was dead. Annoyed, I thought, Maybe I can toast it on the pan instead.
Then I remembered — the pan! A few days ago, I had moved it to the storeroom. With a sigh, I headed to the storeroom to retrieve it.
The air felt different as I approached the door. It was unusually dark inside, and I hesitated before stepping in. Just as I reached out to grab the pan, the door behind me slammed shut with a loud bang!
I froze.
Fear gripped my heart. The darkness seemed to close in on me. Suddenly, I felt something cold brush against my shoulder.
“Ah!!” I screamed, spinning around, but there was no one there.
My pulse raced as I pressed myself against the far wall of the room, trying to catch my breath. I glanced back nervously. Nothing. No one.
I have to get out of here.
My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to move. Slowly, I crept towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. As I reached the doorway, a wave of relief washed over me. I was safe.
But then, something nagged at me. Was there really someone in there? My curiosity got the better of me. I turned back and peeped into the storeroom.
Before I could react, a force yanked me back inside.
I stumbled and fell, my back slamming against the cold floor. A sharp gasp escaped me as I looked up — there, in the shadows, stood a woman. She was dressed in a white saree, her long, dark hair tangled around her pale face. In her hand, she held a gleaming knife.
“No… no… please…” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.
The woman stepped closer, her eyes cold and unblinking. I backed away, but the walls closed in on me. She raised the knife, ready to strike.
“Ahhh!!!” I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut, bracing for the end.
But then… silence.
I opened my eyes, panting heavily, and found myself lying on my bed, drenched in sweat. The alarm clock was ringing beside me. I blinked, confused, looking around. I was in my room.
It had all been a nightmare.
“Thank God…” I whispered, sinking back into the pillows, relieved. But my heart still raced, and the eerie memory of that woman in white lingered.
Was it just a dream?
