The Shrieking Treehouse
A blood curdling screech echoed through the onyx sky, making Hansraj cower in fear. Hansraj was the owner of Tiltop Guesthouse, and since a fortnight shrieks from the treehouse had been disturbing both his sleep and his business. He whispered to the maĆ®tre d’, “Did you hang the nimbu-mirchi at the main entrance?” “Yes Sir and I already sprinkled mustard seeds at the forest boundary.” “The guests have started asking about the nightly noises now and the locals have been vocal about the tree house ghost!” The next day among the mass checkout, was a single check in – Vipul, a young adventurous travel blogger. Hansraj went out of his way to welcome him with complimentary cocktails and a free meal upgrade. In the evening, after a few drinks, he opened up about the haunted tree house. “I w-wanted to build a bar there to expand my business! And now am out of business because of that ghost!” "You believe in these hocus-pocus?" He asked wide-eyed with amusemen...