It was almost 12 midnight. Vishal was hiding in a bush right next to a road, waiting for his next victim. A white robe and a scary mask with long hair, made him look really scary. His friend, Hari, was secretly recording the ghost prank played on unsuspecting victims while hiding behind a tree. The creative pranks they came up with, made them very popular on social media within a short period.
They were in the outskirts of a metro city, where the streets would be deserted by 11. Only the people who took the last train from the central station after their work would be seen hurriedly walking back to their homes. Vishal had already scared the hell out of four victims since he reached there, and he was enjoying it a lot.
Few minutes went by, and he saw someone approaching. It was a woman in her early 20s. She was short and slim, walking at a brisk pace holding a few books tightly onto her chest.
“Hmm… a college beauty, eh? I’m surely gonna enjoy this.” Vishal chuckled quietly. As that girl neared the bush, he started weeping like a woman in a creepy voice. She was stunned for a moment, and then looked around in fear.
“Victim is scared, bro. Now is the time. Get her.” Hari instructed Vishal through his ear piece. Vishal screamed, leaping in front of her. She shrieked and covered her face with her hands. Howling, he jumped in a circle around her. Hari was controlling his laugh, trying to hold the camera steady.
That girl then removed her hands and looked at Vishal. Next moment, a punch sent Vishal flying in the air and dropped him a few meters away. Before he could realize, she reached him in a flash and grabbed his collar. Somehow, he managed to look into her eyes, though he was in extreme pain. Looking at those enraged burning eyes, his face turned pale. He opened his mouth but couldn’t scream.
“Do you take ghosts as a fucking joke? We didn’t want to be ghosts but you filthy humans made us to be. Still, you don’t leave us alone. Shouldn’t you pay for your crime h-u-m-a-n?” A wicked smile appeared on her face.
“S...so...sorry...ple...please...” Vishal mumbled in a low tone. Putting her finger on his lips, she paused for a moment. Then “Crack!”, she broke his neck with ease, giving a disgusted look before disappearing. Next day, some joggers found Hari lying down behind the tree, unconscious. He spent the rest of his life in an asylum.
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