Dead eater witch , A terrible horror story

My name is Rahul, and I am from Delhi.  I have done almost every kind of job.  And have been fired from countless jobs.  In studies, I always boiled eggs, so the speedbreaker who appeared in the final class of the 10th class had to break my ties with school forever.  At this time I am twenty five years old.  Now even father keeps saying in anger that… son, you will probably only play on my pieces throughout my life.  I had almost lost my life when I encountered a dead witch.

It was a matter of one day of last month, when, as usual, Dad was listening to me burnt due to lack of work, then in anger, I also told him that till this evening if I could not find a job then at night  I will not come back home.  By saying this, I started searching for work.  Strayed till twelve o'clock in the night, but no work was found.  Finally disappointed, he fell asleep on the bench under the pad near a deserted cemetery.  Why had to go home only to find work

Right now my eye was on that from the cemetery… the sound of shovels and ax on the ground started coming.  I woke up and saw that a young white woman with black clothes is raging the grave.  My conscience flew.  I started watching silently.  So in a while, he took the dead out of the grave.  And like hungry wild animals, he started eating the corpse by chopping it.  It was a heart-wrenching scene.

Seeing that Vaishhi Manjar, my hands and feet swelled with fear.  And the beating was very fast.  He ate that dead for about half an hour.  And then she bury him again in the tomb.  Then suddenly there was an accident due to which my life had become a soul at that time… You cannot even think how can someone’s fate be so bad…

She was about to go away eating dead….  My mobile ring rang… and that horrible young woman with black clothes beat me further.  She started jogging here and there.  I was hidden in the roots behind the wall.  I felt she would not be able to see me.  But that was my biggest mistake.

In a blink of an eye, that terrible woman disappeared from there and stood behind me.  She was no less than a nymph in appearance.  But there was meat and blood on his face.  Seeing which the good can stop speaking.

Seeing him in front of me, I froze like snow… He grabbed my clitoris with one hand and held my hand with the other hand.  Then he hugged me as if he was my girlfriend.  He kept hugging me for about five minutes.  And then she started taking me inside the cemetery.

I was excited  But I do not know why I could not resist him.  Was just going away with him.  Approaching a grave, that terrible woman stopped.  And started digging that grave.  He took out the half-eaten dead from the tomb.  And threw it into the jails.  Then he saw more of me…

I understood the whole thing.  That now I am going to put it inside that grave.  And for this I am its food.  And it is a ghost or a witch who eats flesh of humans, and blood is blood.  Despite being mentally incompetent, I ran madly from there.  The ghostly witch woman ran after me screaming.

While crying, I was able to go about two meters away from the cemetery.  But that terrible witch, standing in front of me stood there.  Now my death was visible to me.  I gave up  And began to apologize to God for his sins.  So that I have less trouble after death.  This time he grabbed me with angry hair and bitten my neck.  I screamed the last death…

Suddenly someone hit my cheek with a slap… and I jumped up and fell on the ground.  When I saw the latte lying in front of the ground… my father was standing there… and the words he was telling me at that time were like this….

My father: The work thief is not ashamed… He wanders throughout the day strolling… and shouts like a mad man standing here on the road at night… And shameless, why are you not picking up the phone… It is half past one in the night  … You know… how much your mother is crying at home worrying about you…?  I will go home now and will be dragged.

I was sure that the witch would probably run away after seeing my father.  Otherwise my work was probably all over.  One thing is understood that no matter how angry the parents are, they should not be taken to heart, because they always care for our good.  And I am proud to be the son of a father whom the witch fears too.