The Owner NEVER Stayed After The Evening

 I want to share a story with you. This story dates back to 2011 and 2012. I belong to Karachi, and let me explain the basic plot. We're talking about a specific area in Karachi.

So, this incident happened in that area. We had recently shifted to a rented house there. The situation was that we lived on the first floor, while the landlord lived on the second floor. The landlord was a lady, and her husband had passed away, leaving behind their young son, around 20-25 years old. When we shifted there, she usually went to her mother’s house after Maghrib (evening prayers). That house had been built by her husband, and it seems that he had taken in a homeless uncle who worked with him. He built a penthouse on the roof for that uncle, who was a part of their family and stayed there.

So, we were on the first floor, a family was on the ground floor, and the uncle lived on the roof. When we shifted there, we noticed that there was a very old mango tree outside the house that covered the entire house. The tree was about 25-30 years old and fully grown, so it made it difficult to see the road.

We lived there for about four years. Initially, the house was nice, and we didn't feel anything strange. But over time, we realized that we had a good relationship with our landlord. My sister and I were young; this was more than 10 years ago. We used to play in the evenings, and she would leave for her mother’s house before Maghrib, usually arriving around 11 or 12 in the morning.

After lunch, she would come home for a short period, and after 7 PM, we never saw her in the house. It felt strange because we knew the second floor was empty, and the uncle lived on the third floor. The uncle was quite religious and would often go to the house at night to take food from the fridge. He would lock up his place around 11 or 12 and listen to the radio.

As we settled in, we developed a good friendship with the uncle. My father felt bad for him being alone, so we decided to share our meals with him every night. We would send him whatever we cooked. Sometimes I would go, or my sister would, or my father would take it to him.

Initially, we didn't feel anything strange at all. But soon, we began to hear noises at night. It seemed like someone was dragging furniture around. At first, we thought it was the uncle, but it became a routine where we heard heavy footsteps, like someone was moving around the house.

One morning, my mother told us she noticed strange noises as well. She thought the uncle was moving things around, but it was unusual for him to do so. She went to check and found the door locked, which meant nobody was upstairs. A little while later, she saw the uncle entering the house, which made her curious about the noises we had been hearing.

The noises became more frequent, especially when we were home alone. It felt eerie, especially at night. Whenever I went upstairs to check, I always felt like someone was watching me.

One day, there was a power outage around 9 PM, and my father decided to check on the uncle. As he approached the house, he thought he saw someone in white standing inside. He called out to the uncle, but received no response. When the uncle came down, my father was shocked to realize there was no one else upstairs.

There were many such incidents, but we never felt anything bad in our own home. It was only the noises that concerned us. Conversations began in the house about the strange happenings. We joked that the landlord didn’t stay after 7 PM because something was off.

Then one day, a tutor who taught me came to the house. He was a religious man and noticed something unusual outside the window, staring at the old mango tree. He seemed unsettled and left suddenly, saying he wouldn't come back for a few days due to feeling unwell.

Around that time, my grandmother came to stay with us. One night, she decided to sleep in the drawing-room since her room was occupied. The next morning, she abruptly announced she was leaving, claiming she felt something strange and couldn't stay.

These strange experiences began to escalate. One day, my neighbor—a friend of mine—saw something moving outside her window and panicked. She ran away, and we started to notice a pattern of unusual events.

Eventually, things took a darker turn. My father suddenly fell ill and lost his job, which led us to sell the house