A romantic getaway turns into a nightmare
The mist in Shimla is famous. It rolls down from the Himalayas, soft and white, hiding the ancient pine trees and colonial rooftops. But sometimes, it hides other things. This is not a love story. This is a horror story that happened to my friends, Mohan and Priya.
It started with a music box.
They found it in a dusty corner of a Shimla antique shop. It was beautiful, old, with a carved figure of a dancing girl on top. Priya, with her love for old things, had to have it. Mohan, ever the practical one from Delhi, just laughed and paid the shopkeeper, an old man with milky eyes who simply nodded, saying nothing.