But he said no more. I, furious, announced that I would ask him directly.
In the living room, I spoke with Shanti. I told him about the camera, the video, everything. I asked bluntly,
“Why does she knock on the door every night? Why does she stand there?”
She put down the cup of tea. His icy eyes pierced me:
“What do you think I do?” he said in a voice so deep that I shuddered.
Then he got up and left me trembling.
That night I reviewed more recordings. I discovered something worse: after knocking, I would take a small key out of my pocket and put it in the lock. He didn’t turn it, he just left it for a few seconds and then left.
The next morning I checked Arjun’s drawer. I found an old notebook with a note:
“Mom wanders around at night. He says he hears noises in the house, but there’s nothing. He asks me not to worry, but I’m afraid he’s hiding something.”
Arjun, when discovered, confessed: after the death of his father, his mother developed an obsessive-compulsive disorder. I thought there was always an intruder, so I checked doors, including ours. Lately she has been whispering disturbing phrases: “Arjun must be protected from her.”
An icy fear came over me: if one day I turned that key and went in, what would I do?
I demanded that Arjun take her to a psychiatrist or I would leave the house. He accepted, although his eyes showed that he was still hiding more.
We took her to a psychiatrist in New Delhi. Shanti stood motionless, staring blankly. The doctor listened to our descriptions: the knocks, the looks, the whispers.
She was silent until she murmured,
“I have to watch… he will return… I can’t lose my son again.
The doctor, in private, revealed to us: thirty years ago, in Lucknow, a thief broke into the family home at night. Arjun’s father confronted him and was stabbed to death in front of Shanti. Since then, she developed an obsessive fear that “the intruder” would return.
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