It was a dark and stormy night…

It was a dark and stormy night and I had recently shifted to my new home. The rains and the huge house were making a perfect eerie set up for me stay all alone. My husband was out of town and I had to arrange the house before he was to come back. The new house was a beautiful old villa with multiple rooms furnished with renaissance furniture and wooden fireplaces. The tainted glass windows gave it the look of perfect English architecture.

My job was to settle the house and arrange every piece of furniture before my family arrived, but the rains were making it very difficult to get things arranged. However, tonight being my first night I was with my guards on. These villas are always celebrated for being haunted and I was scared about the same.

Suddenly, I heard a swooshing sound that had me chills running down my spine. I could see the flaps of the windows stuttering and making eerie noises. I somehow managed to close the window but the sound was never ceasing. I was scared the ghostly stories flooded my mind and I could see the child running around the house with her dress making those swooshing sounds. It was rumoured that a brutal father had cut her playful and beautiful daughter into pieces and had her buried in the store room.

I was scared through the night and could not get even a minute of respite from the ghostly house. Somewhere around 4AM, I suddenly heard giggling noises in the house. I was so scared by now that I could not muster courage to get up and find what was making the sound.

The storm calmed with the morning and so did the giggling sound. I had a bit of respite through the day and it passed with the repair work in the house. The entire staff was gossiping about the child in a white frock seen running around the house and giggling. I had a difficult day to deal with and the night, I knew was going to be all the more difficult.

Second night in the haunted villa and I was scared to the core to think of what I might experience today. The night again started with the storm in its highest spirits. The swooshing sounds had receded due to the window repairs done during the day, but I was waiting if the giggling sound was merely a fragment of my imagination or in real. The night ticked away and the clock struck 4AM, and lo here starts the giggling sound. The sound was so close and so real that I froze in my bed. Somehow I managed to spend the night and was waiting for the day break as my husband was to return today.

My husband returned late in the evening and I narrated the entire event to him. He laughed at me and my story, so I told him about the rumours spread by the workers. He laughed at story and told me nothing will happen tonight. I was praying that nothing happens and I can sleep for one night. Due to the rains there was no electricity at home so we went ahead to sleep early.

As the night grew, the rains started their magic, but somehow I could sleep peacefully tonight. The night progressed to 4AM and the giggling started. I woke my husband up and with the help of a flashlight we started searching the giggling ghost.

We followed the sound to the store room located near my bedroom and found the source of my nightmare for three nights. It was an old tap that gurgled when water started to come in at 4AM.

We laughed through entire night and got the giggling ghost repaired the next day.