I come here to play – A ghost child story
The story that I’am going to narrate happened with my friend Karan (name changed) a few years back. Karan is an army officer, and a few years back, he was posted in Kashmir (Jammu & Kashmir). His post was located right in the middle of a forest, the Pakistan border being just a few kilometres ahead. It was quite a tragedic place – since frequent bombing and shelling from the others killed dozens of villagers.
The forest was also famous for the supernatural sightings and locals told all kind of spooky stories about the place. My friend, being new to the place, wasn’t aware about this. One evening, he was sitting on the porch of his quarters, sipping tea and gossiping with his sahayak (Indian term for batman or orderly) when
all of a sudden, they heard noises coming from inside the house as if somebody was messing with the cupboards and drawers. Both of them rushed inside to investigate, but were surprised when they couldn’t find anyone.
The next day, when Karan returned to his room after his duty, he was shocked to find his room ransacked! The drawers and cupboards were thrown open, all his ammo was lying on his bed and his pistol and rifles were lying on the floor. This was quite a shock especially because no one apart from Karan had the keys to the
drawers and cupboards. He thought that it might be a prank played on him by his juniors, and chose to ignore him. But this continued for quite a couple of days.
Then one Sunday, Karan was having his afternoon siesta – he had wrapped himself in a blanket, since the weather was pretty chilly (as is expected). He was about to doze off when he felt as is someone was present in the room, and was staring at him. He sneaked through the blanket and saw a little boy opening the drawer.
Then he took the pistol out and placed it on the table. He then opened the cupboard, took out the rifles and kept them on the floor. Before Karan could understand what’s going on, the kid walked towards him and whispered “I came here daily; I come here to play”.
Totally out of his senses, Karan rushed out of the room and started calling out to the guards and his sahayak. None of them had seen the kid before. The same day, Karan was asked to vacate the room and was allotted a new one.
Even today (Karan tells me), that haunted room is kept locked and people still hear noises of cupboards and drawers being banged quite frequently.