Terrible form of a wretched soul of the village | My Top Ten Story

My name is Bipin Gareja.  And I am a resident of Manipur.  I have lived in Mumbai for some time, because I was ghosted to become a film director.  For a few days, I also got the job of Assistant Film Director, but the success was not seen as I thought.  So I left the job of film direction and started writing.  The group was formed, so work was being found easily.  And the script (content) had to be sent to the customer online, so this work could be done from anywhere with the help of internet.

 Once I got an offer to write a horror script.  In which the story of the village was to be set.  So I thought that I would stay a few days in a village to bring a Phil with a real location.  So that the story can be made good.  After much further thinking, someone suggested to me that there is a village of Chandan Pur in Uttar Pradesh, where many people have experienced ghost haunting.  I immediately got a ticket there.  And reached there with his laptop.

 The bus landed me on some rough road, there were some pads around and a narrow path.  Eight ten kavawe (crow) were sitting on a pad, all of them shouted wildly upon seeing me.  I ignored them and proceeded towards the village.  A few rough houses appeared next.  When I started going to those houses, the people sitting outside went inside the adjacent house and closed the doors.  I was surprised

 I sat there under a tree near a house.  Was wondering from whom to ask for help.  Suddenly my eyes went to the top of the pad.  A frightened black cat was sitting there.  Who was looking at me and staring as if she would hunt me.  When I tried to intimidate her, she turned back to scare me.  After some time I ignored him and sat there again.

 Then suddenly that cat hit my neck from behind.  He bore his four big teeth on my neck ,,, and started clipping my shoulders with the feet of all four legs.  I immediately drove him away ,,, and stood up from there.

 All this was going on when a postman came out and asked me why I had come there.  When I told him my motive, he said that the people here will not help you.  These are all scared people.  In this village, there is a travesty of a ghost in the night.

 That postman said that there is no one in front of our house.  We have left this village and gone to live in a nearby village.  If you want, I will give you the key to that closed house.

 I immediately said yes, because that was my biggest problem.  Now a house was found in the village.  And immediately I had to start my work.  I started working with some ointment on my neck.  I started writing all these things in a rhythmic way, the matter of the cat, the talk of the cat, the talk of people moving into the house and the ghost haunted.  There was a lot of spice for me in that village.  And the postman's house was also big.  So I calmly got involved in my work.

 About two o'clock in the night I switched off my laptop by writing.  And glanced at the chowk through the window ,,,, and I was laughing, ,,, just look, there is something happening to the ghost, or,, people are making all the same kind of owl.

 When I looked through the window, my hair stood up.  A man was strangling a girl and a man was hanging a rope on a cat pad.  Then he grabbed the girl by the hair and dragged her near the pad and put a rope around her neck.

 Seeing this, I created an uproar, immediately took everything that came in my hand and ran towards the pad screaming.  By the time I reached there, both of them had hung the girl on the pad by hanging them.  And the girl was suffering.

 As soon as I reached the pad there was nothing.  The two hangers and the girl hanging on the pad were all missing.  Seeing all this, my spirits flew away.  Everyone in the village was looking at me through the window, but no one was coming out.

 I saw that black cat was still present on the pad and was staring at me.  I turned around and looked at the house where I was staying.  I saw a walk in that house.  My heart sat down.  Then I looked at the roof of the house and I saw that both the poor and the three girls were standing together on the roof of that postman's house.  Now I was completely torn.

 I understood that I had put the leg in the wrong position.  I stood at the same square all night.  Since that bastard was sitting on that pad, my blood thirsty cat.  And inside the postman's house, no one knew who was walking.

 As soon as it was morning, I immediately packed my luggage and took the lock and ran to the door.  Right now I was about to close the door that my eyes fell on the wall.  Seeing what he saw there, my tongue got down from the circle.  On that wall was a garlanded photo of the same postman who gave me this house to live.  And that photo also had the date of his birth and death.  That postman had died twenty years earlier.  Everyone I met was his ghost.

 Took my bag in hand, threw the lock key there, I ran and ran outside that village.  When asked the tea shop owner of a nearby village the secret of that ill-fated village, he said that the girl seen near the pad is the daughter of the postman who was killed by two sons of the sarpanch of the same village.  And the postman avenged the death of his daughter and killed both the sons of the sarpanch.  Fearing the sarpanch, he himself committed poisonous medicine and committed suicide.  Since then, the souls of all four keep wandering in this village and creating travails.

 The story got good after going there, but, never in my life will I ever go to find a real horror story at such a beautiful place.  All these things seem entertaining only in films, in reality, life is lost.