(The story is of the time when people hardly used to have telephones and communicated via writing letters)
Mr. Mark was standing along with his friend, Paul as the gypsy took them in his room.
The room with the only source of light as a few candles, sacrificing their wax to illuminate the room.
"Here, sit over here. So you want to see ghosts eh?" the gypsy said with all the hoarsness his voice could bear. He began chanting some verses as the candles blew off one by one on their own except one which was just in front of the gypsy. "I'll answer any three of your questions, "a voice said from gypsy's body; a voice which was completlely unmatching of that of the gypsy's.
Mr. Mark had little faith on exorcism and was obviously not convinced that there was some spirit inside the gypsy speaking all this. "Umm..ok tell me what's my birthdate?" "15th March," the voice replied. Mark almost smiled on the answer, "So you collected pretty much information about me beforehand, didn't you? Guess you do your homework well." The voice gave out a shrill laugh at this reply. "Ok, reply me one more question. We have our relatives at Orlando who used to write us every two weeks but we didn't had a response since last month. What's the cause for this?" Mark asked. "Their son is suffering from a fatal disease and they are trying to figure out the disease. Because of his unhealthy condition they remain concerned for him and were unable to write you." "Huh! uh..tell me when am I going to die?" Mark said with a feeling of pride that this question would definitely remain unanswered. "On the day you receive the letter 21st july night 9 hours 16 minutes." The gypsy's torso shook as if shivering intensely and eventually stopped. "Did you get answers to your question?" the gypsy asked in his normal tone. "All fake! Rubbish! Bullshit!!! I'm gonna die in a week?? Huh! You have opened a buisness to fool and rob people," Mark almost screamed out throwing the gypsy's charge on his face as he walked out.
21st july- "We have a letter," Mark's wife exclaimed as she brought the letter, "It's from Sawyer, the one from Orlando, you know na. Here read this aloud, so that I would understand the content," she continued handling the letter to Mark.
"We feel sorry that w couldn't inform you about Steven. He is very sick and perhaps counting his last breaths. He wants to meet you all for one last time." Mark read aloud. He skipped a heartbeat as he did so. His hand trembled as the letter fell down from his hand. Sweat started to cover up his forehead and his heart began throbbing faster. He somehow managed to sit on his chair. "W..Wa..Water", he demanded, his voice almost choking.
His wife ran inside and brought a glass of water. She believed that it was the news which was showing this effect but the real reason was in Mark's mind. Still unable to recollect himself thoughts started creeping in his mind, 'I'm gonna die.' He wanted to speak this out to his wife but his tongue seemed to have been frozen. His wife continued to fan him and shouted to her son to call on the doctor.
He was carried to the hospital . Somehow trying to gather himself he told the entire incident to her. "This is a mere coincidence. Nothing's going to happen to you," she tried to assure him but in vain. He soon lost his consciousness. Doctors took the lady out and began doing some check-ups on Mark.
9:14p.m. - "We are happy to tell you Mrs. Mark he has regained his consciousness. You can meet him now. His heartbeat is back to normal." The doctors led Mark's wife in. "See you are perfectly fine. I told you so," his wife said. "What's the time?" he queried. "It's 9..oh what why are you? Oh! Doctor please see, Doctor! Doctor!!!" she shouted.
His wife ran inside and brought a glass of water. She believed that it was the news which was showing this effect but the real reason was in Mark's mind. Still unable to recollect himself thoughts started creeping in his mind, 'I'm gonna die.' He wanted to speak this out to his wife but his tongue seemed to have been frozen. His wife continued to fan him and shouted to her son to call on the doctor.
He was carried to the hospital . Somehow trying to gather himself he told the entire incident to her. "This is a mere coincidence. Nothing's going to happen to you," she tried to assure him but in vain. He soon lost his consciousness. Doctors took the lady out and began doing some check-ups on Mark.
9:14p.m. - "We are happy to tell you Mrs. Mark he has regained his consciousness. You can meet him now. His heartbeat is back to normal." The doctors led Mark's wife in. "See you are perfectly fine. I told you so," his wife said. "What's the time?" he queried. "It's 9..oh what why are you? Oh! Doctor please see, Doctor! Doctor!!!" she shouted.
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