I cleaned it, scolded 'someone', and then for the remainder of the day, no shoes went missing.Ī couple of days afterwards, my husband was looking for his shoes, for one of them to be exact. Feeling that 'someone' was being naughty, I went to the litter tray, and there was it! My missing shoe. When I came out again, I found only one shoe. In the cat's litter tray!Īfter cleaning them, I placed them in front of the bedroom door. I resumed my search, and finally found my shoes. I was a bit irritated, and thought that maybe the kids had hidden them, but they were not even at home. I looked in the remaining rooms of the house, but the shoes were gone. I looked near the kitchen, but they were not there. I looked under the couch in front of the room, but they were not there. One day, I had gone into my bedroom, and when I came out, my shoes were gone. Usually, they do not make their presence felt, but there were some incidents that were definitely not caused through any human occupant:īefore entering any of the carpeted rooms (bedrooms and drawing room), we usually take off our shoes and leave them in front of the door. They just want to live there, and there should be nothing wrong with it, After all, 'they' also have got right to live somewhere. As for my gut-feeling, 'they' are not evil, just a bit naughty. The people living in this house might have their set of differences, but they are all sure that there are some 'others' living as well. Sometimes it gives off an immensely sad feel, sad enough to make you cry, and at other times, it feels so creepy that it makes your hair stand. In this house, it often feels like someone is hushing around, but when you look, no one is there. There is a big persimmon tree in the backyard, and there was also a tamarind tree. We had found some strange taweez (amulets), nails, and whatnot. The building makes a rather sad impression, and its inhabitants are at constant loggerheads. The building is not very well maintained, and the number of visible inhabitants (my mother-in-law, father-in-law, husband, sister-in-law, brother-in-law and their two kids) does not justify its size. Since 1995, I live with my husband and my in-laws in a rather large bungalow in Karachi. (3 stories) (20 posts) (the author is a young adult)
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