A Face On The Window

I was 11 years old when this alarming incident happened. I was living in Rourkela ( Industrial City Of Steel) in the year 1995 when my final exams of seventh standard were over, and summer vacations had begun. My dad as he used to be friends with lot of buses that used to go to my native place Pattamundai, Odisha at night, decided to send me before hand with one of his trustworthy drivers and then join me later on. As my uncles will come and pick me up from the destination he knew I was in good hands. So the journey began and I happened to sit close to the window seat right next to the driver's seat. We were chit chatting all night with the driver's friends and passengers onboarding the bus. Suddenly at the middle of the night an old woman tapped at my window when most of the crowd was sound asleep just the driver was focusing on the drive. I looked at her as she was making gestures to give her something to eat. I didn't have anything so I asked my uncle who was sitting next to the driver to check if he had anything to eat. As soon as he heard about an old woman, he took me inside the bus and requested me to sit in a comfy seat and go to sleep. The next morning, at the crack of dawn, as I got ready to reach my destination, I curiously asked if he fed the old lady, to which he mentioned that the height of the buse's window was too tall for an old timid woman to reach and tap on the window and thereby that woman was definitely not a human and so he took me far away from the window to make sure I reach my granny's place without any disruption.

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*A true story inspired by a ghost story submitted by an individual in an online forum.

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