An Unsatisfied Spirit in His Workplace

That morning I suddenly woke up by a strange sound, coming from the corridor outside my bedroom. At first, I thought it to be my Mom going to the toilet on the early morning, as per her regular habit. But then, I looked outside my window and found it to be totally dark! I reached out for my table clock, placed by the side of my bed and saw it was only 3 AM! I got up to find out why my Mom was up so early. But to my surprise, I saw that there was no light seen in her bedroom. I consoled myself that I might have heard that sound in my dream. After all, the house was new for us and that could cause some discomfort initially.

I live in a rented flat with my Mom. So naturally, I keep moving one flat to another, after my agreement term with my landlord gets over. Likewise, I shifted to this new home just two days before this incident. However, I forgot it totally in the hustle and bustle of the whole day, arranging our furniture at the new home and doing the necessary shopping. Though this flat was not a furnished one, there was an old chair and a slightly battered-looking typewriter, placed over an even more worn out small wooden table, painted white. I requested my landlord to move these things out so that I can use the corridor, according to my convenience. But he did not seem to be interested in removing the stuff. Instead, he told me that I could use these things, if I wanted.

So I decided to let these things where they were, as I did not need a typewriter, having a computer of my own at home. But again the next night, I heard a sound of movement in the corridor. I got up and went out of my room immediately. A zero-watt green night lamp dimly lighted the whole passage. I saw as if someone was sitting in that old chair, placed at the far end of the corridor. But as I approached cautiously towards it, I found that there was no one! Again, I managed to comfort myself that it was just a trick of light probably. But I was feeling very uncomfortable about these incidents.

The next night, I was wide awake and was waiting to see if something happened again. After the midnight, I clearly heard a faint sound, as if someone was typing on that old typewriter! I came out of my room silently and saw that someone was sitting on that chair and working on that old typewriter, which I was sure that it was not in a working condition! I tiptoed towards him, though I was feeling very odd. As I approached nearer to him, he got up and turned to face me. I saw an elderly person, probably above 60 years of age. He was wearing a white night suit and both his hair and beard were partly black and partly white. I was very surprised, as the main door and even the windows were all locked in the corridor. So I asked him, “Who are you? How on earth, did you enter my home?” He did not answer me. Instead, he just smiled and suddenly vanished in the air! I felt a chill flowing down my spine! With great difficulty, I managed to return to my bed, as I was shaking all over, with fear.

Next morning, I called up my landlord and told him everything that I saw the previous night. He apologized to me for experiencing this scary incident. Then he clearly told me that the old typewriter, along with that chair and table belonged to his previous tenant. He was an aged person and looked just as I described about that old man I saw the previous night. His wife was dead and his children never looked after him, so he had to fend for himself. He was always seen to be typing on that typewriter until one morning, he was found dead, by his maid. He was working at that typewriter at night and probably suffered from cardiac arrest and died instantly, as per the report of the doctor who checked his dead body and gave the death certificate. All the other belongings of this old man were taken away by his relatives, who arrived, on hearing about his sudden demise. But no one seemed to be interested in that table, chair, and the typewriter, probably because of their shabby appearances.

I consulted with my Mom and decided to leave that house immediately, though my landlord offered to remove those haunted stuff from the house. We went and stayed at my friend’s house at night, till I got another home, as we had no wish to live with a spirit. After a week, we were relieved to pack up and shift to a new home. Now, as I think back on this experience, I feel that perhaps that old man was unsatisfied with his life while he lived. So he continued to return to the place where he died, in search of peace and comfort, which he might have missed in his lifetime. May God bless his soul with the peace he was seeking for!