A Mystery Under the Moonlight
Year – 2003:
Jayant was returning from the cold, picturesque town of
Manali after dropping off his passengers, a newlywed couple on holiday. Their
incessant stoppages, coupled with the endless queue of cars around the
time-honored settlement nestled within the enchanting Himalayas, meant he had
to depart at dusk. The crimson hue of the sunset was a sweet foreboding of the
imminent hours of darkness and the menacing phenomena that these revered
ancient hills brought with them. Jayant, despite being conditioned by his
orthodox family, had never been a keen follower of spirituality, but he had
heard his share of tales of spirits haunting the woods of these mystical hills.
As the path ahead of him twisted and turned, he smiled at the
recollection of such creations of the mind. The first leg of the journey went
comfortably; he even managed a stopover at a roadside eatery attached to a
small motel. There, he met Sajan Singh, a fellow trucker out on a commercial
assignment in these lonesome hills.
“Beware, Jayantji, the path ahead is not safe for lone
travelers at night,” Sajan Singh said, his voice solemn.
“I know, Sajanji... the local burglars... I have been well
informed about them.”
“No, no, not them... her...” His voice became hushed whispers,
much to Jayant’s perplexity.
“Who?”
“Her... she who wanders desolate through these woods, looking
out for young men ill-fated enough to tarry through these hills in their
lonesome just like her.”
His fanciful way of putting such rubbish made Jayant snicker
and choke on his food.
“Don’t worry, Sajanji, if I come across that miss, I’ll
surely give her a lift,” he said, gulping down water. “Perhaps after reaching
her desired destination, she will stop wandering these hills.” He let out a
chuckle.
“I can only caution you to spend the night before proceeding
ahead; the rest is upon you...” Sajan's tone reflected the offense taken at
Jayant’s impolite humor.
“Thank you for the advice... I would’ve stayed had it not
been of utmost urgency to reach back to Delhi by tomorrow evening,” Jayant
tried to downplay his earlier words.
“May God be with you... have a safe journey.” Having wished
him well, Sajan got up to rinse his hands while Jayant, having finished his
supper too, hastened towards the car, bidding adieu to his new mate.
As the moon hid behind the veil of somber clouds, the night
darkened, and the trees twisted into abnormal shapes, giving the road ahead a
truly ghastly appearance. Sajan’s words echoed in Jayant’s mind, sending chills
down his spine, but his foot remained firm on the gas pedal lest he be reprimanded
by his boss for the delay.
Merely half an hour into the journey, he saw a woman by the
road. As he neared her, the profile molded itself into a beautiful woman, not
more than a miss in her twenties, wearing a white floral dress. He drove past
her, knowing the tactics of dacoits who used young women as bait for
unsuspecting travelers willing to lend a helping hand. An unsuspecting woman
alone in the middle of the woods didn’t seem to go together all that well.
He checked the rearview mirror and locked eyes with the woman
who glared at him. Her annoyance with the failed attempt amused Jayant. He
smiled and, with the next turn, she vanished out of his sight.
He drove further, sleep overpowering him, but he remained
obstinate about leaving these hills by the night itself. Just a few more hours
to go, he reminded himself.
Yet, fate twists strangely amidst these hills. Barely a
kilometer later, he encountered her again, standing at a distance in that same
floral dress, waving her hand for a lift. Jayant felt his heart skip a beat as
Sajan Singh’s words hauntingly echoed through his mind—the girl that wandered
aimlessly through the hills. Jayant’s foot slammed the brake pedal to the
floor, and with quick and risky maneuvers, he turned his car around to return
to the hamlet on whose outskirts that motel lay.
His heart pumped wildly in his chest, his vision darkened,
and his hands shivered, but his foot remained affixed on the accelerator. It
was a miracle indeed that he made it to the motel, which looked suspiciously
empty. However, he ran without a second thought towards it and secured a place
to spend the night.
The next morning, he woke up to a perplexing scene. He no
longer lay on the mattress in his room but rather on the cold floor amidst the
unwelcoming sight of dilapidated walls. With a groan, he lifted himself up and
made his way through the musty corridor of the motel and finally out through
the supposed exit.
The sight that greeted him outside shook him to his very
core. The roadside eatery and motel where he had spent the night were now
nothing but a dilapidated building. Nauseous and burning with fever, Jayant
made a run for his car and drove off as fast as he could. Yet, as fate would
have it, the next day, his car was found abandoned amidst the woods, and Jayant
himself was never seen again.
The End
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