Personal Narrative Story: 'Eknoor Bhullar'

Eknoor Bhullar

The bus comes to a sudden stop at the outskirts of the village, and from here, I’m on my own. The moon is shining bright and lighting the path, as I walk the trail over the hill. I’m feeling a little frightened every step I take towards my destination. Father always described Grandfather’s house as ancient, hidden, and isolated in a small village, deep in the himalayas. The thought of that makes me feel kind of eerie and strange. I’ve lost count of the many times that Grandfather came to visit me, so it’s finally time for me to see this creepy village that my Father refuses to enter. I’m not too sure of what Father’s reasoning is for not coming to meet his own Father, but whenever I ask him why, his face turns red and all I see is fear in his eyes. He

I’m going to tell you a true story which will clear all your questions and concerns about those sounds that you hear.” Grandfather calmly told me. “Ok Grandfather, you can tell me.” “Many, many years ago, there was a wedding procession that came near my house. It was a family who also lived in this village. Everyone was so happy, but within a couple minutes, everything was over. The dad of the groom ended up killing everyone and throwing them all in the well just to the right of my residence.” “But why Grandfather?” I curiously asked. “Because the dad of the groom did not want his son to get married to a low-class, poor, low-status girl. The father tried his best to stop the wedding in a peaceful manner, but when no one listened to him, he ended up killing his own son, wife, and the bride’s family.” “But why did he kill his wife?” “Because she supported the marriage, and whoever supported the marriage was murdered by him. He had some mental disorder which also triggered him to kill everyone and throw them all down the well.” Grandfather explained. “Oh my god. That’s terrible. But how does this all have to do with the sounds coming from outside?” I