A thrilling ghost story by Mehuli Bandyopadhyay, a class 4 student of Epic Public School, about an eerie encounter with a mysterious woman in a green saree during a family trip to Balurghat. Dive into this spine-chilling tale of suspense and mystery.
It was a chilly December evening. My family and I—my sister, my father, my mother, and I—were on our way to Balurghat for my dance programme. The excitement of performing was building up in me, but the dark, empty road made the journey feel eerie.
It was around 8 pm when we passed a beautiful Church lit up for Christmas. Just ahead, a lively fair was in full swing. We could hear cheerful music, see colourful lights, and smell the tempting aroma of food as we drove past. The festive air lifted our spirits, but the joy soon gave way to something… unsettling.
After we crossed the fair, the road became darker, bordered by thick jungles on both sides. My father kept the car moving steadily, but suddenly, out of nowhere, a woman appeared in the middle of the road. She was dressed in a green saree, the kind one might see in old stories. Her head was slightly tilted, and her face was hidden by the pallu of her saree.
“Who is walking here at this time?” my mother murmured uneasily. My father honked the horn, sharp and loud. Once. Twice. Thrice. But the woman didn’t move.
Our car sped closer, and the wind outside howled as it hit the car windows. Yet, something strange caught my eye. Her saree didn’t move. Not even an inch, even though the wind was so strong. It was as if she wasn’t real.
“She’ll move,” my father said, though he didn’t sound so sure anymore.
But she didn’t. Slowly, deliberately, she turned and walked across the road, disappearing into the jungle on the right side. For a moment, I thought it was over. But then—almost as if in a trance—she reappeared on the left side of the road, as if she had walked straight through the jungle in mere seconds.
My sister let out a gasp. “How did she—?”
“Quiet!” my father snapped, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
The woman paused on the side of the road, just standing there, as we passed. Her face was still hidden. None of us dared to look back.
My heart was racing as we drove on. The sound of the fair and the Church bells faded into the distance, leaving only silence in their wake. I tried to tell myself it was just someone out for a walk, but deep down, I knew better.
Even now, I can still picture her—the woman in the green saree—standing by the roadside, her face a mystery. Was she real? Or something else entirely? We never spoke of her again, but that eerie encounter remains etched in my memory like an unsolved puzzle
