That Giggling Woman – Aritri Chatterjee

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We all go through some incidents in life leaving us with cold shivers down our spine, every time we think about them. Well, ‘Been there, Done that’ and those memories still haunt me.
Those were my graduation years. I rented a place with one of my batch mates, 10 minutes away from our campus. I was a student of Journalism so that most of our classes used to revolve around field experience and as students we had to cover a lot of places for reporting, taking interviews, etc. Thus, after a pretty busy and tiresome week, the weekends were our only relaxation. Saturday night I used to dine out with my friends; thus ending up going to my home late. And then that one Saturday happened, costing me peace of lifetime.
Winter was coming and after a really hectic week, I and my roommate decided to go out and relax a bit. There was a place 2-3 blocks away from our campus that served real good Chinese. We went there, ordered our food and passing our time with small talks just then, I saw a weird woman sitting next to us. Her table was on our right side corner.

She looked really creepy with her uncombed hair and long dirt-filled nails. I hardly judge people but her wrinkled clothes with dark spots on them definitely indicated her poor way of living. She was tearing the napkins with the dinner fork for no reason.

Anyways, I decided to ignore her and concentrated on my food. After 5 mints, I saw her order arriving; chicken wings tossed in some spicy sauce. I wasn’t looking at her directly but could see her from my peripheral vision. I saw her grabbing 2-3 chicken wings at a time and shoving them in her mouth like she hasn’t eaten from a long time. The spicy sauce was all over her fingers and her mouth making her look even creepier than before. My roommate was sitting facing her back towards that woman which is why she couldn’t see any of these happening. I was so uncomfortable and no way wanted to catch that woman’s eyes. So, I chose not to tell my roommate about the woman. This uncomforting situation resided for another 10-15 mints until the woman finished her meal. Then she wiped her dirty hands on her clothes and paid. I felt a bit relieved that she’ll finally leave and I’ll never have to see her again but if only I knew…

She got up to leave and started to walk. I pretended to look at my phone as if all this time I wasn’t even aware of her existence. Just when she was about to pass me, she suddenly stopped. My heart stopped for a while. I could sense her standing right behind me and staring at my phone. I didn’t have the guts to look around; my fingers froze. I was just praying to God-“Please, make her walk away…make her walk away…”. She stood behind me for 10-15 sec; then giggled on her own and walked away.
Somehow I managed to finish my food and told my roommate we must head back to our room right now. She was surprised for a bit, seeing me panting like that but somehow I convinced her and we reached home as fast as we can. Once I reached home my roommate asked me if I was okay? Or, was I sick. But I dodged her questions and told her I’m just tired, I better go to bed. I entered my room and locked the door and out of fear went to lock the windows as well. Just then sweat crawled down my spine as I peeped from my bedroom window.

She was there!!!

She was standing in front of our house looking right at my window. I was more than shocked and highly terrified thinking that she actually followed us to our house! I was numb. But she stood there and kept giggling. Suddenly, that sense of terror shook me off and I ran to my roommate’s bedroom. I started banging her door as loud as I could. She opened the door and I told her there’s some creepy woman standing in front of our house, staring at it. We both headed back to my room’s window but no one was there.

Next morning, I told her everything and she got scared a bit too. We didn’t leave our house during the night for 4-5 days, out of an unknown fear; but we never saw her again.
We decided not to tell anyone about that creepy encounter but often at night, I still wake up having nightmares with a sound of giggling coming from behind. So, whoever you were; you weird, creepy woman; don’t ever want to meet you again.

 

About the contributor: Aritri Chatterjee is a writer and poet with a keen interest in literature and life. She has done her Bachelor’s degree in English Literature from Calcutta University and her Master’s degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the Visva Bharati. She tells her stories being the one in the crowd yet chooses to stand alone. To her, where there is life, there’s always literature and where there isn’t; that’s literature itself.

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