Hope you like this one - it 100% noshit truthfulnessishnessThis was year’s ago, late seventies, I was about 8-9 yrs old. We were living in Islamabad in Pakistan as ex-pats and therefore had the big house and servants and all that malarkey. Every evening the cook, Ashif, would call us from the kitchen about 5 minutes before he dished up the food so that we could get to the table. The main part of the house was open plan, with a large living area and dining area and the first floor had this kind of all-round balcony looking down over the downstairs parts.
Anyhoo, this one night, we (me, my bro, mum, & dad) were sitting watching some TV waiting for dinner, and we hear a cough from the mezzanine above, we all pretty much look up at the same time, and there’s Ashif looking over the banister from upstairs. So my Dad is pretty pissed off, as Ashif was not allowed upstairs, and says something like ‘What the hell are you doing up there, Ashif?’ and Ashif replies with his usual ‘Sahib, Memsahib, dinner is ready’. At which point my old man is clearly getting angrier, he gets up as if there’s going to be a big fuss. Just then there’s this kind of shriek coming from the dining area.
We all look round and what do we see?… Ashif looking shit scared at the kitchen door by the downstairs dining area looking up at where we had all just seen Ashif upstairs!
We all kind of did this double take back upstairs but the first Ashif had gone. Ashif kind of went all wobbly and my Mum just sent him back to his quarters. We dished up dinner ourselves and all sat down and had these kind of subdued ‘Well, that was peculiar, oh well…’ types of conversations and we sort of got over it.
Ashif died 3 days later, no shit….
(Anyhoo, this one night, we (me, my bro, mum, & dad) were sitting watching some TV waiting for dinner, and we hear a cough from the mezzanine above, we all pretty much look up at the same time, and there’s Ashif looking over the banister from upstairs. So my Dad is pretty pissed off, as Ashif was not allowed upstairs, and says something like ‘What the hell are you doing up there, Ashif?’ and Ashif replies with his usual ‘Sahib, Memsahib, dinner is ready’. At which point my old man is clearly getting angrier, he gets up as if there’s going to be a big fuss. Just then there’s this kind of shriek coming from the dining area.
We all look round and what do we see?… Ashif looking shit scared at the kitchen door by the downstairs dining area looking up at where we had all just seen Ashif upstairs!
We all kind of did this double take back upstairs but the first Ashif had gone. Ashif kind of went all wobbly and my Mum just sent him back to his quarters. We dished up dinner ourselves and all sat down and had these kind of subdued ‘Well, that was peculiar, oh well…’ types of conversations and we sort of got over it.
Ashif died 3 days later, no shit….
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