“That house looks eerie.” I said.
“It is haunted.” The villager touched his ears and backed away.
“Really? What happened?” I was intrigued.
“All because of one woman. Curse them all.” He spat.
“Tell me in detail Chachaji.” I offered him a cigarette. He settled himself comfortably on his haunches. He took a deep drag. “Two brothers lived here, Suresh and Ramesh. When Suresh was about 10 years old, they lost their parents. Suresh cared for Ramesh like a son. He refused to get married for fear that his wife may not accept Ramesh. They were model exemplary brothers.”
“Then?” I asked.
“Like any responsible father, Suresh arranged Ramesh’s marriage. Everything was perfect until she was caught.”
“Caught seducing Suresh.”
“She was of course killed on the spot.”
“Suresh’s blameless! His reputation spotless, character impeccable.”
“Why did they leave?”
“The brothers fell out. Accidents happened.” He lowered his voice. “Her ghost forced them to leave.”
“Denied entry to even hell, she haunts that house.”
“She should’ve handled him better. Men are like little children. She has the power to manipulate and incite them. Mark my words, women are at the root of all evil.”
Written for the Sunday Photo Fictioneer – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and Mike Vore for the photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
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