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Candlelight and chill

Its a perfect night for a ghost story. Balmy wind, candle light and a chill down the spine. She got up and walked to the balcony. The chill made her pull her shawl closer. She looked down at the transformer room where electricians were working to fix the connections. She saw someone standing at the balcony next door. Surprise! The flat has been closed for months! Eversince she had moved in. Did someone move in? The lady had flowing, flyaway hair and seemed to be enjoying the solitude like her. -I must go sometimes and ask if she requires anything! Life in a city is strange, people dont know each other, people arent bothered,everyone has their agenda....so unlike the small town where she lived in a family of parents and grandparents and where people lived in each others lives more than their own. And dark evenings like these meant tea, fritters and her grandfather's ghost stories. She looked up to find the neighbour gone and the lights restored. The doorbell rang loudly. The caretaker was at the door asking if everything was working fine now that the lights are back - Ahh yes! Let me check. She came back and said all was okay. - By the way , who is staying in the flat next door? The caretaker looked surprised. - No one! Its been locked since years. The lady who stayed there just jumped out of the balcony on an evening like this when the transformer had caught fire! - Oh but I saw someone! - Well no one knows if it was suicide or murder! And no one lives there! Sometimes you find your story just like that. This time actually the chill ran down her spine!

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