Charleville Mansion : The haunted car in Shimla Hills

The sound was clearly that of water trickling; and I set it down to rain. A shower (I told myself) had filled the water pipes which drained the roof. Somehow I could not fix the sound. There was a water pipe against the wall just outside the window. I rose and drew up the blind. To my astonishment no rain was falling; no rain had fallen. I felt the slate window still some dew had gathered there— no more. There was no wind no cloud: cloud only a still moon high over the Shimla Hills. I went back to bed and listened again. Yes the trickling sound continued quite distinct in the silence of house not to be confused for a moment with the dull murmur of the pine trees. After a while it began to grate on my nerves. I caught up my candle flung my dressing -gown about me and stole softly downstairs. Despite the chilliness of the night there was something in the air. I jogged along the walk to the driveway and stepped around to the driver’s side. “Go ahead” I felt a strange sensation. The echoes of his voice died away slowly all over the car. With thrilling twists and turns read the story for some spine-chilling adventures with the spirits of Shimla. Here is a book that dims the light around you... that carries you relentlessly into the centre of its spell. A book that will make you afraid again... almost too afraid to go on... and yet powerless to stop. Get ready to be spooked!