I was struggling to regain my composure while lying down on the couch. I was too scared to go back into my room. What does she want from me now? Why is she bothering me? I was asking myself. There was still a slight doubt in my mind about her identity. Some part of my brain was still not ready to accept that it could be Neha’s ghost with whom I was talking for so many days. I never believed in ghost stories; it was always a topic of entertainment for me. I was not able to digest it when something like that started happening with me in reality. I wanted to know the truth, but at the same time, I was also afraid of it. Nevertheless, I brought some courage, got up from the sofa, and started climbing the stairs. It seemed like I was dragging my body to reach upstairs. I was taking every step q
