My First Spooky Feeling

Well, folks at office are gearing up for Halloween, and there’s the word ‘spooky’ everywhere. This reminds me of the first serious spooky feeling I had.

As a kid, I was never afraid of ghosts, or the darkness, which made me quite famous at home. And I used to enjoy the fame more so because my elder brother was quite scared of darkness.

This was the first ever spooky ghostly fear I had when I was in the eighth grade. I had watched this movie Evil Dead (dont remember which part) and the same day my uncle had added more fuel to the spooky fire already raging in me. He talked of another movie in which a hand, just the fingers, the palm and the wrist would be crawling and tapping at a table. I was scared to my blood cells!

Now, I was in the habit of getting up early morning before anyone else at home did, would exercise a little and would definitely skip with a skipping rope. That movie night was a difficult night for my poor soul, I couldn't sleep well. Nevertheless, I got up and exercised a little. However, nothing was taking that hand off my mind. I started skipping, but I'd find myself stopping and looking back at the window. I felt that the hand would appear suddenly and just tug at my skipping rope. I'd come to know of it when I'd feel the rope being pulled at.

I really found myself sweating, not for skipping because I'd stop every few seconds and look back through the corners of my eyes, but out of fear. Slowly the fear gripped me so bad I could actually feel myself seeing a white wrinkled hand slowly approaching from the window! No time to think, run, just run, I told myself. I just hurled the rope on the ground, ran back to my mom's room, got into bed, covered myself from head to toe with a blanket and forced my eyes to close.

I didnt know when I had dozed off this way. Woke up startled when I found my mom trying to wake me up! I was happy to see her and more so to see sunlight outside the window. Thank God that hand had disappeared!