Minotaur : A short story | Harison Xavier



Prologue

One of the most entertaining person in my office was Ponnus, she was the most energetic of all of us. She always had something to talk about, cracks jokes, makes fun of others, acts like a baby all the time, often very bold in her talks. I never understood her but I would say  I was very lucky to be her colleague, it was so much fun to work with her. She always told me to have some fun in life and don't take life so seriously. 
One fine day the topic of discussion during our free time at the office was ghosts and paranormal experiences, I love to listen to these stories. Of course it was she who brought this up and everyone wanted to listen to her story. I could see the interest and curiosity in everyone's eye when she tells the story.

The Men's Hostel 

One of her close friend Jeet, is working in a multi national company in  Bangalore. He worked in night shifts. His shift starts at 10:00 pm. He recently moved to a new men's hostel little far away from the city. The building was near to a beautiful paddy filed. He liked this place, because he could get some fresh air here away from the city. The people all here were friendly to him and the rooms were good too.


One evening just before dinner Jeet got the regular call from his home, he was talking to his mom on the phone. He climbed the stairs up to the balcony and leaned against guardrail, it was a quiet evening. And he will need to get ready for the office as his office cab will reach at around 9:00 pm. 
 
As he was on the phone, there were a few empty beer bottles kept on the sidewall,  they started falling down one by one. He got startled, and looked around, there is no one else here, and there was no wind, and the bottles were falling down one by one not altogether, he told mom that he is going to hung up know and will call back in the morning, and went near the broken bottles. 

He went inside down to the dinning area, his roommates were sitting at the table ready to start eating. 
Without any delay as soon as he saw them he told them what happened. The room got silent immediately. Nobody spoke a word. Jeet was surprised and asked "Why nobody is saying anything?"

A light voice came up from the corner of the room "You shouldn't have gone there at this time. Good nothing happened. Now join us for dinner." It was Paul who stayed in a different room for a few  years now.

This made Jeet even worried and scared. "What is going on in here?" he asked as he was sitting down to eat with them. Paul replied that incidents like this happen here from time to time, he have not seen any such things in person however he have heard others complaining about these activities number of times. After one or two such incidents people just vacate the rooms. Since Paul have not seen any ghosts or experienced any such activity he never left. 

A few days passed by, one evening Jeet woke up around 6:00 pm, it was raining heavily and the near by paddy filed got flooded, he got ready as he have an important meeting with the client and he have to reach office on time and start preparing. After the regular call from mom, he had his dinner and started waiting for the cab. It was almost 8:45 pm, and it stopped raining. 

When Jeet looked out, the paddy filed was flooded and the water was overflowing into the street in front of the hostel. He got a bit worried. He got a call from the cab driver, he said that he tried bringing the car near to the hostel building but due to the flood water on the street the car cannot move forward. If he try any further, it will damage the car's engine. So the driver requested Jeet to talk another narrow way through the paddy filed which is not flooded and come meet the driver at the main road. 

Even though he hesitated, he agreed to the drivers request. Paul offered to walk him till his cab, they started walking through the narrow path along the paddy field. This narrow path leads to a place which is a bushy areas with tall trees after that the can reach the main road.

As they entered the bushy area, Jeet looked up and saw a bit far away a tall man walking towards them from the other end of the path. As they walked forward they noticed that the person that walks towards them is not a man, it is really tall,  have a head of a bull with sharp horns,  body of a human and  have a tail of a bull. 

They stopped at their paths, the got filled with fear. They couldn't move from their spots. What they saw was the scariest thing in there life.



Suddenly the beast started running towards them, its eyes started glowing red in color, the earth started shaking under their feet. Suddenly Jeet shook up from his fear, took a deep breath and pulled Paul along with and started running back to the hostel building. They could hear the beast's demonic laughter. They could sense it is getting closer to them. 

Jeet and Paul ran faster than they have ever ran in their life. They ran through the paddy filed up to the hostel building. They knocked the door hard and pushed it open. On the way in they close it behind time. Both of them fall on the ground taking deep breath. Hearing all the noise his roommates came down to the hall. After catching their breaths they explained what happened. 

Suddenly the Jeet's phone rang, it was the driver, he picked up the phone and told him that he is canceling his ride today and he can leave. Jeet called his office and said that he is not feeling well today and he is taking a day off. Jeet went to bed, he have already caught a fever due to the fear. 
Jeet woke up late the next morning. It was almost 11:30 am. He went out of his room to check on Paul. Paul was not at his room, when inquired he left early morning. 

As Jeet stood outside the hostel building he could still hear that demonic laughter in his ears. 

The End?


Ponnus finished her story, some believed it and some didn't. She believe that it is a true event and till date who ever knows about that building and the area surrounding it, nobody dares to go near it. 

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