The 'Creaking' Ghost

My cousin brother's stories.
Amazing in one word. He can keep you engaged the whole day just listening to his narration of stories which sound like, 'Whoa! He's great! He has an amazing talent of storytelling.'
He has the ability to capture your attention, no matter how inattentive or uninterested you are.
So while his visit to India, I was always very attracted towards his stories.
"Tinni. So which story would you like to hear today?"

"Anything. Whatever you like." I said, shyly.

"A ghost story? How would you like it?" His American accent becoming a little difficult for me to take in, he being an NRI; but still I figured out what he wanted to say.

"Amazing. Go on."

He cleared his throat. His choice of words brought out the ghostly feeling in the atmosphere. And the voice modulation. I really envy him for that.
"So that girl, lived in a big ancestral palace of her forefathers with her parents. The house was old, very old." He said, stressing upon the 'very' part, in a low voice.
I trembled. I am a big girl, still I get affected with ghostly modulations. It scares me off.
My eyes widened, as I looked at his.

"And in that house were old stairs. Wooden, old, weak."

I nodded.
He gave a weird smile as he continued. "And creaky. Whenever someone would go upstairs, there was a sound, 'creak', then 'creak' and 'creak' and 'creak'..." It was amazing how he used all those 'creaks' in such a way you felt the stairs actually creaking, the sound disappearing as the person goes up, and up.
I rubbed my nose. Yea. I do it when I am quite freaked out.

"And then especially at night. The sounds would become frequent. Each night. No matter whether anyone was going up the stairs or not, those sounds occurred."

The door of my balcony creaked, as a gush of wind entered in the chilly January morning of 2013.
I looked back, quite alarmed.
"No worries. There's that ghost." He laughed. "Imagine the insult done to that poor soul." He teased me.
I punched him, playfully.

"..so where was I?"

"The creak.. no the creaks were frequent."

"Ya. One night, the family was dining in the ground floor. When the sound was heard again. The terrifying creaking sound." He said, his tone serious. And along with him, I got serious.

"The family got serious."
"The girl looked up. The family looked up. The father then commented.." He paused.

I waited.
Now patient. The suspense building up in me.
He still didn't say anything.

"Whaat?? Are you going to tell??"

"The father says, 'The house has become quite old. We need to renovate it, or the stairs will fall down one day. Let's pack up!' Saying so the family soon renovaed their house and those scary sound couldn't be heard again. The family lived happily ever after!" He said, laughing hard.

I was like, "What the hell did just happen? He tricked me again!" :D