The Spirits Were Watching

A chilling tale of betrayal, lust, and the supernatural—when two lovers meet in an abandoned house for a forbidden night, they are unaware that vengeful spirits are watching.

The room was empty except for its lavish furniture. Its rich interior décor boasted of its owner’s taste and wealth. The spirits were discussing what to do; they were bored of their idleness and the lack of human touch. Then, they sensed that warmth—the warmth of a human body, the blood running through puny veins, and the miserable souls that they owned.

The door creaked, and two humans entered. The couple looked tense, excited, and worried at the same time. Both had lied to their respective spouses to be here now, to spend one night of passion and perhaps drift apart the next day.

Their extramarital affair had begun as a result of the woman’s husband being lost in his phone all the time, taking her for granted. It hadn’t taken long for the charming man to whisk her into his arms, saying all the right words she had wanted her husband to say. Soon, she was acting like a bubbly teenager in love, and both were now happy to have this time together in the abandoned house.

The spirits floating above had figured it all out. Among all human emotions, betrayal smelled the most pungent to the dead. The spirits felt nothing but contempt for the naked bodies below them, twisting in pleasure and excitement. They could hear the voices screaming inside those human minds.

The woman’s mind seemed more worried—guilty and regretting every move—but the man was satisfied, his carnal desire fulfilled, and he wanted more. Love wasn’t on his mind; it was lust that had driven all his false words. The woman was now hurt, confused, and appeared to have realized her grave mistake. However, the man, who had no conscience, wasn’t in love—he just wanted sex.

The act was done, and it was time to leave. As the man opened the door, a certain sadness, a very cold gust of wind, enveloped him. As he started the car, the spirits in the house—all male—looked outside, while the only female spirit among them looked at them to bid adieu. She sat on her human beau’s lap and whispered something into his ear.

She looked at the man—her husband’s best friend, the one who had cajoled and sweet-talked her into this forbidden sin. Looking at him, the truth now dawned upon her. She realized how shallow he was. But one more thing she discovered—his face had suddenly turned as pale as a ghost.