Arica Mandal of class 5 shares her spine-chilling experience when she encountered a mysterious and creepy man during her summer holidays at her grandmother’s house.
This isn’t just a story—it’s something that actually happened to me. Let me take you back to the summer holidays when I was in Class 3. I was feeling quite bored at home, so my mother decided we should visit my grandma’s house. I was thrilled because my uncle (Mama) and aunt (Mami) always spoilt me with fruits, chocolates, and even some pocket money. They had a daughter, Daisy, who was nice, and I always had fun with her.
So the following week, we were all set to go. I packed my bag with excitement, counting down the days. Finally, the week passed, and it was time to leave. We got into the car and headed to Grandma’s. When we arrived, Grandma, Mama, and Mami greeted us with mango shakes, cookies, and chips—delicious!
After eating, Daisy and I started playing. When night came, I had dinner and went to sleep in a room by myself. It was a cosy room, with a fan and a window. But at midnight, I suddenly woke up to a strange sound—like someone grinding their teeth. I looked towards the window, and there he was—a man with a creepy smile, bloodshot red eyes, long, sharp nails, and a knife in his hand. He stared at me with that terrifying grin. Terrified, I ran to my parents’ room, screaming. They asked me what happened, but I was too scared to explain.
Two days passed, and I tried to forget about the man. Daisy and I went to play at the playground one afternoon. There was a small pond near the playground, and we were tossing a ball back and forth. Suddenly, the ball slipped from my hand and rolled towards the pond. We both chased after it, but when we reached the pond, we saw him again—the creepy man with red eyes. We screamed, and within moments, neighbours and our parents rushed over, asking what had happened. We pointed towards the pond, but when they looked, he was gone—vanished into thin air.
After seeing that man, Daisy fell ill with a fever. It lasted for a few days, but eventually she recovered. Soon, it was the last week of the holidays before school reopened. One Sunday, our parents and Mama Mami went to the market, leaving us with Grandma, who was napping in her room. Daisy and I were watching cartoons when we heard a noise. We glanced at the window, and there it was again—a dark shadow. We clung to each other, terrified. We quickly shut the window and drew the curtains, trying to block out whatever it was. Then we heard another noise. This time, we opened the door—and there he was again, the same terrifying man. We screamed as loudly as we could. Grandma rushed in, asking what was wrong, but we were too scared to tell her.
That night passed uneventfully, and the next morning, my parents and I packed our things and headed back home.
Later that evening, after I had finished my dinner, I packed my school bag for the next day. My parents were watching the news on TV. As I walked past the living room towards my bedroom, I saw something on the screen that stopped me in my tracks—it was the face of the creepy man. The news reporters were saying he was a serial killer! My heart pounded in my chest as I ran to my parents, hugging them tightly and telling them everything.
They were shocked beyond words. And that… is where the incident ends.
