Me and a Dozen plus One Ghost Stories

By Hiranya Borah

I personally never believe the existence of ghost or spirit because I have never met any ghost or spirit in the last 55 years of my life. During the last 45 years, I had to stay alone at guest houses, at ordinary houses, in open fields of rural areas, in jungles, in small towns, in cities and in metro polis, but I have never met a spirit or ghost. But still I enjoy in reading or hearing a ghost story. Some of the stories are told to me when I was a kid less than ten years by relatives to deter me from going outside home at night. But at that time and today also a ghost or a ghost story could/ cannot scare me, instead they always amuse me. With that background, with lot of spice, I wrote these stories in my own language for you.
These stories are already published on this platform as separate books. But I have compiled and edited these stories so that my esteemed readers can keep these stories at one place instead of at different places.
My ghost stories are not scary at all, rather these are lovable and sometimes funny. Therefore, I have not attached the tag ‘for adult only’.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hiranya Borah
• Release date: Sep 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370175499

Hiranya Borah

Born in a teachers' family in a village of Assam, a province of India, Borah started his journey of writing at a tender age of eleven. He published two novels in Assamese language and other fictional and non-fictional stories in Assamese periodicals during his college days. Then Borah almost stopped his literary activity for more than three decades. In the meantime he became a Gender specialist.However,so far, he has published more than one hundred and sixty five books on this platform in English and one book in Hindi within a span of five years. The books are on different topics like inspiration,romance and love, humour, ghosts, suspense thriller, children etc and those are written both in prose and poetry.Eight English and two Assamese books are also available in printed form. 2nd edition of his first book, 'Random Thoughts' is also in the public domain.

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Me and A Dozen Plus One Ghost Stories

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By Hiranya Borah

Copyright 2017 Hiranya Borah

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Preface

I personally never believe the existence of ghost or spirit because I have never met any ghost or spirit in the last 55 years of my life. During the last 45 years, I had to stay alone at guest houses, at ordinary houses, in open fields of rural areas, in jungles, in small towns, in cities and in metro polis, but I have never met a spirit or ghost. But still I enjoy in reading or hearing a ghost story. Some of the stories are told to me when I was a kid less than ten years by relatives to deter me from going outside home at night. But at that time and today also a ghost or a ghost story could/ cannot scare me, instead they always amuse me. With that background, with lot of spice, I wrote these stories in my own language for you.

These stories are already published on this platform as separate books. But I have compiled and edited these stories so that my esteemed readers can keep these stories at one place instead of at different places.

My ghost stories are not scary at all, rather these are lovable and sometimes funny. Therefore, I have not attached the tag ‘for adult only’.

I am thankful to all my readers, family members for giving me feedback and encouragement to write something on different topics.

Last but not the least, I am always thankful to Smashwords for providing their platform to publish my ebook.

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Chapter I: Lady on a Train

My First encounter with a ghost was a very nice experience, though it became somewhat scary afterwards for few months.

During my first posting at Giridih, in 1987-88, I used to travel from Kolkata to Giridih via Madhupur. For Giridih, a first class coach was used to be attached to a train which was running between Kolkata and Delhi. The coach was used to be detached at Madhupur Junction and attached to Madhupur Giridih Local Passenger train. The attachment detachment of the coach were used to happen in the midnight as train from Kolkata used to start at 9-30 PM and used to reach at Giridih at 4-30 AM in those days. Normally, the TTE used to advise the first class passengers to bolt the coach from inside as no passenger was supposed to enter the coach till it would reach Giridih in the early morning on the next day and the route was infested by antisocial elements. During my stay at Giridih for one year and two months, I had to travel by this train at least five times as our HQs was situated at Kolkata. In all my travels by this train, the coach was never been full and in one occasion I had to travel as the lone passenger in the coach as per the list pasted on the body of the coach and the TTE also told me that I was the only passenger for Giridih on that night.

After train started moving, bolting the coach from inside I spread my bed sheet on my seat and went to the toilet. While returning from the toilet, I found that the light was on at my adjacent coupe. I tried to peep into the coupe; but before that, the door was opened by a young beautiful lady. I was surprised and I was little bit suspicious also. To see my perplexed face, she said in fluent English, ‘Sorry, I had to board the train at the last moment. I could not a buy a ticket also. However, I had to cough up Rs.200/- to pay to the TTE for my journey. He told me that you would be the only co passenger of mine for the night.’

‘Ok, Madam. If you need any help, kindly let me know.’ I said to her and entered to my coupe.

Even though, I tried to be comfortable with the situation, from inside I was little bit tense. I was feeling somewhat insecure thinking that I might be a prey to some nefarious design from outside or might be from inside. I bolted door of my coupe and switch off the light and pretended to be asleep.

After fifteen minutes or so, the lady knocked at my door. I opened the door to know what the matter was.

She, with a red night gown, was standing before my door.

‘I am sorry to disturb you. Can I shift to your room? As I do not have the habit to sleep alone, I am somewhat afraid.’ She told me.

I had to a take a quick decision, ‘If I allow her to shift to my room, I will be more vulnerable. If I do not allow, that will not ease out any of my problem.’

I took an immediate decision. ‘Ok, Come.’

She brought her bag to my room and arranged her seat for sleeping by spreading a light blue bed sheet.

‘Are you in service or in business? She asked me to make some conversation.

‘I am a Central Government employee. Presently, I am posted at Giridih.’ I also felt that a little conversation would ease out our tension. ‘Are you working madam?

‘You can call me as Shruti. I am Shruti Dawson.’ She introduced herself. ‘I am a student of IIM, Calcutta. I am going to join as an intern at New India Mica for three months. They promised me to accommodate in their guest house.’

After her detailed introduction, I was little bit relieved. At least she was not from any antisocial group as her words were convincing enough to realize that she was not lying.

‘I am Borah. Hiranya Borah’ I also introduced myself.

‘You must be from Assam. I am from Ranchi. We are from Anglo Indian Community.’ She told.

‘Most of typical Anglo Indians community are from Bangalore/ Mangalore only. Are you originally from Ranchi’ I tried to show my knowledge to her.

‘Yes, you are right. Concentration of our community is in Karnataka. We are also basically from Karnataka only. My father is a doctor and working in Ranchi.’ She told me about her family.

Already the atmosphere in the coupe was becoming normal. Jokingly I asked her, ‘Hopefully he is not working in the Mental Hospital.’

‘No, no, he is not working there. Actually he is an orthopaedics and working in the civil hospital.’ With a very sweet smile she said. ‘You have very good geographical knowledge!’

‘Thank you for your compliments. But I am not that knowledgeable as you may be thinking about me. Anyway, are you a doctor?’ I asked her.

‘No, I did my masters in English before I joined to IIM. Actually I am not comfortable with blood, breaking of bones, dissection etc. Further, I was bad in mathematics, so I did not take science stream.’ She explained.

‘Are you from science background?’ She asked me.

‘Yes. I did B.Sc. with Physics and Mathematics as pass course subject and Statistics as honours subject. Then I did masters and M.Phil in statistics from Delhi University and finally I joined as Assistant Director in Government of India. But my favourite subject is history. I always feel, I became a statistician by accident not for liking to the subject!’ I told something to her which normally, I do not want to share with someone whom I do not know very well.

‘It is a common