The tale of two Ghosts

The Ghosts have risen, again.

Our house was infested with supernatural activities for decades, many decades, and we had actually got quite used to them. We knew the table manners well and were at the best of our descent selves whenever we felt their presence among us, the hapless living beings. And off course, not daring to antagonise them, we had actually devised a method of peaceful coexistence by not trudging on each other's feet. Our Ghosts, omnipresent and omnipotent as they were, use to lord over lesser mortals, and, the newspapers were full of their ghastly tales. But we ignored and carried on with life, knowing the inevitability of survival at the cost of discretion. And then something changed. Suddenly, the Ghost attacks that used to be so far away, started happening nearer home. And we were jolted out of our stupor. We felt intimidated and our reaction was rather sharp and swift. We called the Ghostbusters in and they had a field time. It was the Ghosts' turn to be petrified and they kept on apologising for their misdeeds, though carrying on with their killing spree on the sly. But we had already decided to turn them out for good. For three years, we fought with the Ghosts tooth and nail and truly believed in our ability to bring in an ideal change. And finally the Ghosts fell. And they left our home.

We breathed easy. We were ecstatic. We felt, after decades of subversion, we were liberated. A new dawn came with the promise of faith and hope. We felt we would not have to constantly look over our shoulders any more. We were finally lord of our own dwelling. Finally, we could trust. And we breathed a sigh of relief.

We started to unlock all those rooms that we had kept barred for decades, ever since the Ghosts had taken possession of each one of them, one by one. Layers of dirt and grime had piled up on the floor, cobwebs in every nook and corner, and, the plaster crumbled all over the place. In came the sweepers, the masons and the painters. They started to clean up the place with full gusto and enthusiasm. We were happy to host them       

at home, relaxed in the confidence that they would do a good job of it. We got busy with our own lives as usual. The team kept working, cleaning, repairing, painting, as is their wont.

We had then gone for a short vacation, timing it in a way that we would get back to a newly done up house, fresh from months of rigorous effort by our trusted team, on whom we had absolute faith and confidence. But we were in for a rude shock. We saw the house locked in, as if, we were banished from our own home!  We could not believe our terrible luck and a what a deep sense of betrayal it was ! We inquired from our neighbourhood and were told in hushed tone that those whom we had employed to cleanup and repair were Ghosts of a different kind, actually worse than the ones we were forced to host before. 

It seems we are destined to pay the price of believing in the new Ghosts in the garb of servers. The police, as usual, says they can only act against the living, not Ghosts. We surely need to call in the Ghostbusters again. Our battle continues as homeless Living to get our home back from the Ghosts again, this time the eviction being from the whole house though. But can we really trust the Ghostbusters now, that is a million dollar question !