Do you believe in ghosts?

I always wondered. But now I know.

Some months ago, we shifted to a new home. We were really excited. But things started happening to me and only me. I wonder why?

The first time it happened at sun rise. If you read my blog, you must know I am a Muslim. Before sunrise, we offer our first prayer for the day. When I woke up, I thought I smelt something weird. But I ignored it considering it was new place and we just shifted so the whole place was kind of messed up. So I got up, found my slippers were not under the bed. Thinking that probably my sister must have come at night and nicked them, I got up and went to search for them. But was unable to. So I took my mother’s slippers, washed, laid down the prayer mat and started prayer. Once I finished, I got up and turned around and saw my slipper next to my mother’s slippers!

Though I was scared, I let this episode go thinking that maybe I was not so alert. The next day, we had some guests coming over for dinner. That day, while the food was being served another thing happened. We have this open kitchen connected with the dining room. The fridge is in the dining room. Everyone was sitting on the table when my mom asked me to take out the cold drinks. I went over to the fridge, took out two cold drinks and left one for some guests who were coming over later in the night. I closed the fridge and walked over to the kitchen counter to pour the drinks in the glasses. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the third bottle, there on the counter. By the way, I scare easily. I quickly turned around and opened the fridge. The bottle was no longer there. Though impossible it was, I still asked whether someone had taken out the bottle and put it on the counter. Looking at their faces, I got the answer.

The third big episode happened last night. Since two days, I had been having strange dreams of blood and ghosts. Yesterday, I woke up in the middle of the night ( I do most of the time) and saw the window to my room closed. I usually keep it open for fresh air but I was too tired to get up and open it. I went back to sleep. This time I had another bad dream, I woke up with a start and looked around. This time I saw my window opened. This took the wind out of my lungs, having just had a bad dream.

And since then, I am really scared. Even while I am writing all this, I am wondering if the ghost is standing right beside me and reading all of this?

Scary, huh?