Based on a predominant ghostly legend amongst call centres in Gurgoan.
As I write this I am sitting here in the back seat of the cab looking at the shady roads; slight eerie feeling of which is propped by the absence of street lights and dark silhouettes of trees that looks like straight out of a horror movie.
The name of the company that she worked for was Saffron. Her name is something I never remembered, or never tried remembering. That cursed name.
An excellent performer, a beautiful girl, loved by everyone, within months her name shined on the charts of employee of the quarter.
She wasn't all about work. Many worked hard, after all who didn't want to earn well and get promoted, but she had an exotic charm and everyone liked her company.
Haters grew within the company for they were jealous of her performance. Although random calls were monitored in a passionate attempt to prove that she followed unethical sales technique, none could be found.
Cab was waiting at her pickup point. The cabs usually waited for 5 minutes, or more, depending on the rapport with the driver, but the driver could have waited another 5 minutes for her. It was already late. One of the staffs walked towards the door of her house on the first floor, happily waiting for his friend. An old lady opened the door with a phlegmatic demeanour. Apparently, she wasn't expecting any guests. His smile soon dissolved into the unnatural and unaccounted seriousness of the situation.
'Hello. My name is Saurabh. The cab has been waiting for over 15 minutes so just...' Before he could say anything further his mouth was sealed shut by the slow errie movements of this old lady in front of him. He couldn't maintain an eye contact with those deep gloomy eyes that had seen a lot which someone from our plain shouldn't have seen. She opened the door a bit more, pointed her finger at a picture on the wall with a garland of shrivelled sunflowers. 'It's been 4 years since she is dead. You're not the first one to show up on my door like this,' she said in a deep saddened voice, and slam shuts the door in apathy.
Saurabh froze and couldn't move, as if his feet were stuck to the ground, blood rushed into his brain sending down waves of chill down his spine. He ran swiftly down the staircase missing a couple of steps and slipping over few almost crashing into the walls, opens the cabs door and yells, "bhaiya gadi bhagao..." [translation: Bro let's go! Right now!]
All her photos, as the tale goes, disappeared from the team pictures, her call recordings erased itself, as if nothing of her ever existed - as if time had reversed itself.
On further investigation of the happening it was revealed that the girl was gang raped by some of the employees of the company some years ago, brutally murdered, and was buried in a nearby abandoned ground.
One random search on Google about the company would reveal that, Saffron, was built upon an old burial ground. The curse of the girl or the unhappy souls beneath, the company never flourished. The building still stands dark and desolated.
I did go to the main gate of this building once with one of my friends who shared a common interest in the paranormal, but gut feeling you could call it, I never stepped inside. And that was the last time...
No one seemed to have known anything about her, and seldom talked about her. She was forgotten with time...
Copyright (c) 2017 Shine Jayakumar
As I write this I am sitting here in the back seat of the cab looking at the shady roads; slight eerie feeling of which is propped by the absence of street lights and dark silhouettes of trees that looks like straight out of a horror movie.
The name of the company that she worked for was Saffron. Her name is something I never remembered, or never tried remembering. That cursed name.
An excellent performer, a beautiful girl, loved by everyone, within months her name shined on the charts of employee of the quarter.
[Photo Credit: Wikipedia]
She wasn't all about work. Many worked hard, after all who didn't want to earn well and get promoted, but she had an exotic charm and everyone liked her company.
Haters grew within the company for they were jealous of her performance. Although random calls were monitored in a passionate attempt to prove that she followed unethical sales technique, none could be found.
Cab was waiting at her pickup point. The cabs usually waited for 5 minutes, or more, depending on the rapport with the driver, but the driver could have waited another 5 minutes for her. It was already late. One of the staffs walked towards the door of her house on the first floor, happily waiting for his friend. An old lady opened the door with a phlegmatic demeanour. Apparently, she wasn't expecting any guests. His smile soon dissolved into the unnatural and unaccounted seriousness of the situation.
'Hello. My name is Saurabh. The cab has been waiting for over 15 minutes so just...' Before he could say anything further his mouth was sealed shut by the slow errie movements of this old lady in front of him. He couldn't maintain an eye contact with those deep gloomy eyes that had seen a lot which someone from our plain shouldn't have seen. She opened the door a bit more, pointed her finger at a picture on the wall with a garland of shrivelled sunflowers. 'It's been 4 years since she is dead. You're not the first one to show up on my door like this,' she said in a deep saddened voice, and slam shuts the door in apathy.
Saurabh froze and couldn't move, as if his feet were stuck to the ground, blood rushed into his brain sending down waves of chill down his spine. He ran swiftly down the staircase missing a couple of steps and slipping over few almost crashing into the walls, opens the cabs door and yells, "bhaiya gadi bhagao..." [translation: Bro let's go! Right now!]
All her photos, as the tale goes, disappeared from the team pictures, her call recordings erased itself, as if nothing of her ever existed - as if time had reversed itself.
On further investigation of the happening it was revealed that the girl was gang raped by some of the employees of the company some years ago, brutally murdered, and was buried in a nearby abandoned ground.
One random search on Google about the company would reveal that, Saffron, was built upon an old burial ground. The curse of the girl or the unhappy souls beneath, the company never flourished. The building still stands dark and desolated.
I did go to the main gate of this building once with one of my friends who shared a common interest in the paranormal, but gut feeling you could call it, I never stepped inside. And that was the last time...
No one seemed to have known anything about her, and seldom talked about her. She was forgotten with time...
Copyright (c) 2017 Shine Jayakumar
