I switched on my laptop and logged in to Omegle.com, my favourite chatting website. I connected.
Me: Hello, I am Maanav. What’s your name
Stranger: Hello Maanav. I am Mehek.
Me: What do you do, Mehek
Stranger: Nothing much
Me: Are you married?
Me: Have a boyfriend?
Stranger: I had one before I died
Me: LOL. You have a great sense of humour.
Stranger: Have you forgotten me, Maanav?
Me: What? (I was a bit puzzled)
Stranger: You are going out with Priya
Me: Yes, but how do you know that (I was taken aback by this piece of information)
Stranger: I know everything
Me: Do you happen to know Priya
Stranger: No Maanav. I happen to know you.
Stranger: Why? Have you forgotten dear?
Me: Forgotten what?
Stranger: You used to date me till a year back. But then you took fancy to Priya. I was possessive about you. I would keep an eye on you. You wanted me out of the way. So, you killed me. Is that right?
Me (aghast): But Mehek, you are…
Stranger: Yes dear, I am dead. Don’t you remember how you shot me with your dad’s pistol. You dumped the pistol into the lake and buried my body in the garden. Yes, my body still lies there rotting and decaying. But my soul wanders free, hungry to take revenge.
Sweat broke out on my face. I logged out nervously. My hands were trembling. I shut down the computer promising myself that I would never again go to that site. My heart was pounding furiously. I took a glass from the kitchen and poured myself some water. I was shaking badly. In my nervousness, the glass slipped from my fingers and fell with a crash breaking into several pieces. As I bent down to clean it up, I saw a face reflected on the glass pieces. I froze. It was not my face. It was Mehek. I could suddenly feel tension in the air. I could feel someone walking in the room. I could hear someone breathing heavily. I gasped and muttered under my breath, “Forgive me please.” And then I heard a bone-chilling laughter. An invisible woman was laughing hysterically. I screamed. But there was no one in the house to hear my scream. Then a piece of broken glass flew up and pierced my chest. Blood oozed out and I moved no more.
She buried my body in the garden, in the same garden where her own body lay.