UNPRECEDENTED TRANSPIRING

It was wintery morning. Sharp at 5am, i don't know what made me stir so badly that i came out of my abode and beheld the most irksome episode in general drama of narrative called life. There was nothing except fog all around. It was so dense that it harbored the fading moon and stars so adroitly like a consummate magician. It seemed to me as if it was preconceived script unweld by the almighty in his jest. Out of the blues, i heard a shriek which made one freeze in zero weather. I was never expecting anything like that because not a living soul was around. Abruptly i turned to observe about that unprecedented transpiring and was astonishingly taken aback. I couldn't believe what i saw- a flickering light originating from the abandoned notorious mansion, known for being the abode of evil spirits. I never trusted on such myths. That's something not to be summoned upon by a phd in physics. But, i was meek at that moment. Weakened by the chills. No theory for existence of that light in that relinquished house could be hypothesized by me. I started walking towards the dwelling, as if the voice was calling me, the unpleasant breeze attracting me. Unable to control my footsteps, i was standing in front of the main gate of that capacious palace. Th screams were gone, but the terrible feeling of existence of a ghost persisted. The horrified emotion held me. It was better to leave the place before it was too late. As i started to move ahead with my plan, someone held my arm, i turned, but to my surprise there was no one, not even a proof of existence of any life. It deemed that all the earlier proceedings were a lie.

Escaping the venue, i rushed to my home. Panting not less than a dog, astonished like never before. After an hour of struggle to come back to my senses , i noted peculiar finger prints on my arm. I was petrified, shaken from the first hair strand on my head till the tip of my toe nail. Science didn't support this. But i had no proof against it. This feeling made me want to tear my meritorious certificates, "Why can't i find the reason, What's the use then, if the mystery remains the mystery?"
I continued to stay in the dilemma of science and spirits, continued to live in fear and iniquity for weeks.
The memories faded with years, but till date the old terror holds me whenever i am alone, out in the cold-dark moon.