I am a taxi driver. I run the
route between Sibasagar and Jorhat in Assam. Now, there is a river bridge on
that route at a place by the name of Gamon. They say that ghosts and ghouls
live under that bridge. I don’t believe that shit.
So, this monsoon night, I had
dropped off a family at Sibasagar. I am driving back home in an empty cab,
finding no passengers on the way back. I see this lady with a bundle in her
hand, standing on the bridge. The rain had stopped a little while back, but she
is wet to the bone. I stop the car.
“Yes”, I ask
.
“Please help me and my baby”, she
says, “there is a witch here who eats babies. I was alone at home when I felt
her coming for my child. I am a widow and I don’t have any neighbours. So I ran
away. Please take me to a hospital. My son is sick and hungry.”
I let them into the car. “Please
don’t look back”, she says, “I have to breast feed my baby”.
“Okay”, I say and start driving.
After a little while, I hear
munching sounds coming from the back of my car.
Crunch. Munch. Is this lunch?
I don’t want to look back but I can’t stop myself. I am curious. I adjust the rear view mirror. I see her eating her baby. She looks up and bares her lips. She says through bloodied teeth "I told you not to look back. I will have to eat you too. Eat. You. Alive. I am not hungry”.
Crunch. Munch. Is this lunch?
I don’t want to look back but I can’t stop myself. I am curious. I adjust the rear view mirror. I see her eating her baby. She looks up and bares her lips. She says through bloodied teeth "I told you not to look back. I will have to eat you too. Eat. You. Alive. I am not hungry”.
I sigh. Now, I am dead…
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