Uska naam tha Saroj. Saroj muj se kaise pate, yeh bhi interesting story hai. Main bahut shareef ladka tha. Saroj humare ghar pe kaam karti the. Wo muj... mere naam se bulati the aur main usko sarooj aunty kah ki. Muje kya pata tha yeh sarooj ek din mera lund chaatige aur main iske choot.Mummy papa bade bhaiye ki engineering collage me admission karane ki leye kuch din bahar gaye, mai ghar me akhela rahta tha. Mummy ne saroj ki duty laga di thi khanna bananeki . Saroj, roz ghar aati, kapde dhoti,. ."Four year old Karen woke. A voice. A voice had been in her head. A person, too. She had never heard the voice, but knew the person. Had never met the person, but still knew and loved her. Loved her unquestioningly the way all little girls love. So, naturally, she had to do what she said.Karen slid her feet over off the bed, dropping them down onto the rug. It was dark out, still, but her My Little Pony nightlight was more than bright enough to keep her safe. Her feet sliding into pink fuzzy. Carly attempted to shield her eyes, but couldn’t move her arms. She blinked as several men appeared. They made their way to the cameras. She realised his plan. ‘Parker, if you think….’ He raised his eyebrows as the cameras lit up. His amused look said it all. Her fight against her restraints was fruitless and after a short struggle she gave up. Her head collapsed back against the pillows. His finger ran along the fine sheen of perspiration coating her luminous skin. ‘Gotta save that energy,’. He was a ghost after all! And he could sense my thoughts!“You are a ghost, Old Man. You can see inside my mind. Tell me do the dead see other dead? Could I see my mother?”“Seeing you standing there, holding the knife to your throat does not take supernatural powers to deduct what you wanted to do. I don’t know if the dead can see other dead, but I am almost certain that those who commit suicide do not go to the same place as those who got murdered. If there is such a thing as an existence after.