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Patreon Posts 5

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books ( -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly ( Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile ( This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I will start with Patreon. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile-

I will share some works from there, hoping they will impress potential patrons, readers who love the stories/poems I write and will love to get a few of them each month. We all have our monthly quota of books we feed the bookworms inside our brain! I did before I started spending that time into writing and painting. I used to read almost anything I could lay my hands on. So I can guess there are many bookworms like me out there who are not writers, just readers and maybe a few of them will get hooked by my writing.

Today’s story is from Agnimalya July 2017 [You can buy this copy directly from me via paypal- [don’t forget to drop me a line @ after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $!}]

The attic- PART 4

The manager got up from his seat and sat down in a chair near them. “Seriously?” was his first question.

“That house has been deserted for… how many years Shyam?” he asked the waiter. “Since Mukherjee Babu’s family vacated the house?”

“That will be 1996, twenty years.” The waiter answered.

“Did your parents know the history of that house before buying it?” the manager asked Rohit.

“What history?” it was their turn to ask.

“Well, that house was built on piece of land usurped from the graveyard. It was after that mischief the wall came up around the graveyard. The man who stole it was a criminal, dreaded one, so no one dared to speak against him. He paid dearly for that mischief.” The manager shook his head.

“His wife was very beautiful, he doted on her. He was busy outside especially during nights, he stayed at home during days and out at nights mostly. His wife started to stay ill, soon that plump woman turned into a skeleton and then one morning when he returned home she won’t wake up. She was dead.” The manager said.

“He buried her in that graveyard. Then one morning he too was discovered in the garden, dead. People who saw him swear they will never forget the expression on his face- stark terror!”

“Thanks for the information.” Aindrialla got up after a quick glance at the faces of her little sisters. They were as white as sheets of paper.

Rohit too got up and together they left for home.

“Do you think he is speaking the truth?” Aindrilla asked.

“Are you crazy?” Rohit forced out a laughter suddenly recollecting the dream he had on the second night in the house. Of that skinny woman standing on air outside his window!

They lightly shared the story with their parents at the dinner table. The shock on their faces told them that they knew nothing and they did not believed it.

That night the girls slept with their parents.

Late at night something woke Ritwik up. He came out for a glass of water. The light in Rohit’s room was on, he checked the watch it was three in the morning. He went up the stairs. A cold gust of wind struck him at the door. The sight inside the room froze him.

Rohit was sitting on the chair, his head tilting to a side and a woman was leaning on him. Her head was touching his cheek. Rohit’s eyes were open, he was vacantly staring out of the windows.

“Who is it?” he called out in a hoarse voice. The woman lifted her head, her face resembled … a skeleton, a dim glow was coming out of the dark hollows of her eyes. Fresh blood was trickling down her cheeks. She made a sound like a half screech and half howl before jumping out of the window. He ran to the window. She was standing on the lawn, looking up.
He slammed the window shut and turned to check on his son. He was still sitting the way he was, eyes open, head tilted to a side, staring out of the window.

Ritwik reached out and touched his cheek, it was warm. Next he ensured that Rohit was breathing.

“Son!” he softly nudged Rohit. Rohit woke up after a good shake.

“What happened pops?” he asked. Ritwik told him what he has seen. Rohit remembered falling asleep studying. That was the last thing he remembered.

Next morning Ritwik packed up the necessary and shifted his family to the Tollygunge flat they luckily have kept, for the kids, in case they needed it in future.

He and Rohit came back to the hotel and had a discussion with the manager. The story he told was hair-raising!

After the criminal and his wife died the house was bought by a doctor couple, Mr. and Mrs. Mukherjee. They had two teenage daughters.

One of them started to fall sick right after they moved in. The couple themselves, their friends, specialists no one could understand how a healthy girl became so severely anemic suddenly. They pumped in bottles of blood to no avail. She died.

She died in hospital. The body was kept overnight and in the morning when they went to morgue the body was not there.

She came. That night the couple woke up when they heard screams of their younger daughter, when they rushed to the attic they saw the most horrifying, shattering scene anyone can see!

Their elder daughter was standing outside the attic window, in air, looking inside the room at her younger sister, with hellish longing in her eyes.

They just huddled together in the master bedroom while their daughter begged them to open the window and let her in.

In the morning they left the house and did not return- ever! Their things were packed and moved by the movers.

After the story spread the house was deserted. No one went anywhere near it after dusk, then their property dealer slaughtered them.

They returned to their Tollygunge flat wondering if they will get a buyer for that house.

Agnimalya Book 1 the attic


Creator Editor of English Ezines Agnishatdal and Agnijaat, Blogger, digital artist, self published author. Agnijashatadalama is her online store, you can select what you want to buy from here, pay through paypal [] and mail her the list of books you have bought in or

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