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Pooja(suddenly awake)– Who the hell is it at this time of the night? (It was 2:35 AM)
*DING**DONG* *DING*DONG* *DING* *DONG*
Pooja: Stop it, I am coming baba.
Walking towards her door,mumbling furiously she opened the door.
Pooja: Yes, what do you want at this time of the night?
Stranger: Ma’am sorry to disturb you, but its raining incessantly and my car broke down, and this was the only house for 50 blocks, can I just stay here the night? I assure you that I will leave the moment sun comes up.
It was 25th June 2012, and the monsoon season was full on. Pooja was totally caught off-guard. She was confused, scared and flustered. She took a complete look at the stranger. He was not scary though. He wore decent clothes, and she could see his car in the distance, sitting there as a ghost. THe man was completely drenched in water. Her moral instincts told her to help the man, but her brain told her to close the door for he could be a criminal or something else and harm her, or loot her and kill her. She was a modern girl, she had read papers, watched news channels about how innocent girls like her were treated by scoundrel men. After a lot of fighting between her mind and her conscience she decided to trust her moral instincts and allowed him to spend the night. Drenched in water, and body shivering the man walked inside and stood there. Pooja gave him towels and blankets, ordering him to dry himself off while she made some hot coffee for him
The stranger could not thank Pooja enough for her kind gesture. Sipping the hot coffee, Pooja asked him what was he doing in the middle of nowhere at this time of the night?
Stranger: I was just driving towards my home. I had a tour at a neighbouring city and was just returning from, when the rain hit my car and the stupid old broke down leaving me stranded. My wife and children would be waiting for me. Do you have a phone? My cell phone got damaged in the rain.
Pooja: Yeah. here (Handing him the phone)
Stranger: Thank you very much.
After talking to his family and assuring them of not worrying, Pooja and Stranger kept talking for a few time and then each went to sleep.
*few hours passed*
Pooja woke up and was confused whether whatever happened was a dream or a reality. To check herself out, she went to the room where the stranger was sleeping. The room was bereft of any living person. Though the towels and blankets used by the stranger lay there accompanying the cup of coffee, the person was nowhere to be seen. Going to the door, she looked for the old car that broke down, but the car also vanished from the scene. Completely confused, she walked in with the day’s newspaper scratching her head and wondering what had happened last night. Just then her eyes fell on the front page of the newspaper. completely shocked, she saw the stranger’s photo in the photo with the headline: “The Stranger in the Night.”
Pooja could not believe her eyes. The same person was here last night, talking to her. She decided to read on the full news.
The photograph here is of Rahul Sharma. Once a successful person in his field, he was passing by this road one night on 25th June 1992 when he was stranded due to rain. At that time he suffered a heart attack and was denied any kind of help from any of the residents here. And yesterday night, a car was seen standing on the same spot earlier where Rahul was dead, and some neighbors reported they saw someone looking exactly like Rahul. Was this a hoax or not, it cannot be confirmed. Since the time of his death it is believed that Rahul haunts the road and visits people’s house as a stranger and punishes those who do not help people in need. Maybe yesterday night was one of his outings. Or was it a special walk for Rahul on his 10th Death Anniversary? Only time will tell “
The paper suddenly dropped from her hands and she just stood there utterly shocked with the visit of the: “STRANGER IN THE NIGHT”
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