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|Ghosts do frighten (standard:Ghost stories, 1701 words)|
|Author: Lincoln||Added: Apr 27 2003||Views/Reads: 2391/1424||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I met an unusual ghost who threatened me.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story I replied promptly, I am sorry. I withdraw my comment, feeling very relieved. Smile is back in his face. He said, “Really I cannot blame you for having all those nonsense idea about ghosts. Nobody understands us. Neither they have clear idea, nor interest about us, though we really live very close to you”. He continued, “Just think about that bus conductor, he was blaming ghosts for harming people. Do you think any ghost will come out to the street in the middle of the dark cold night to frighten people? Some ghost has to be crazy to do that”. By now all my fears are gone. I get a bit curious about this ghost. After all this is my first encounter with a real ghost. I asked him softly, “How do you know about the bus conductor's remark?” “I was in the bus just like you. I am also coming from Bandarban. I was sitting in the vacant back sit of the bus. As you know there is no regular transport for ghosts. So we have to take public transport. In fact I had to wait for two more days in Bandarban to get a vacant sit. I was also worried in the bus the whole way if any new passenger just on boards the bus to have a sit in the chair I was sitting. I had to be careful not to touch anybody or make any sound. Oh! Life is horrible for a ghost”. He seemed very sad. So I decided to change the subject. I asked him, “Do you live nearby?” “O yes, I live in Shewrapara. I really have to walk quite a bit to reach my tree. You know I cannot take any transport. This is a dark and cold night. I was frightened to walk alone. When I have heard that you are going to walk back home I have decided to walk with you. You seemed to be a courageous man. Of course I had to walk in the night as in the day time roads will become very busy.” “Why did you go to Banderban?” “ I like to travel. I like to visit different places. Life in Dhaka City is getting pathetic. Air is so polluted. I wanted fresh air badly. I love hills, natural beauty, and seas and also meet interesting people, just like you. That's why I had decided to visit Banderban this year”. Then the ghost asked me, “Where do you live? What do you do?” “I live in Paikpara and I am a writer. I try to write stories for children”. “Very good, please write for us. Please write about the measurable conditions of ghosts in the Dhaka City. Please write to the government and general people not to cut down ancient trees, destroy gardens or renovate old houses. Ghosts are loosing their natural habitat. Please let us live in the city. We do not want to go back to villages any more. Will you please write for us?” “You mean I shall write about ghosts?” “Yes off course. We cannot write. Somebody has to do that.” “No, I don't want to do this. If I write as you told, people will think I am crazy. No publisher will ever publish my stories”. “Forget about the publisher! He shouted. If you do not write about ghosts, think what I can do to you.” Oh my god! He does not look innocent any more. He is looking at me with cruel eyes. Those eyes are getting red. With a very harsh and frightening voice he said, “ I s-h-a-l-l g-o t-o y-o-u-r h-o-u-s-e i-n t-h-e n-i-g-h-t a-n-d d-i-s-t-u-r-b y-o-u i-n t-h-e s-l-e-e-p b-y s-i-n-g-i-n-g T-a-g-o-r-e s-o-n-g-s. O-r r-e-a-d o-u-t g-o-v-e-r-n-m-e-n-t m-i-n-i-s-t-e-r's s-p-e-e-c-h-e-s f-r-o-m t-h-e d-a-i-l-y n-e-w-s-p-a-p-e-r a-b-o-u-t d-e-v-e-l-o-p-m-e-n-t a-c-t-i-v-i-t-i-e-s. N-o-w g-i-v-e m-e y-o-u-r a-d-d-r-e-s-s, I d-o n-o-t h-a-v-e m-u-c-h t-i-m-e l-e-f-t. T-h-e s-k-y i-s g-e-t-t-i-n-g c-l-e-a-r. S-o-o-n t-h-e p-r-a-y-e-r c-a-l-l w-i-l-l b-e g-i-v-e-n. H-u-r-r-y! G-i-v-e m-e y-o-u-r a-d-d-r-e-s-s. O-r e-l-s-e! He grabbed my right shoulder with his left hand and put out his right hand in front of me. It is all bones!! I had no choice. I just managed to put out my wallet and took a business card out from it and give it to him. While he was taking it, first sound of Azan came from some distance. The sound shook him like an electric shock. He groaned and vanished in the thick mist. No body is there anymore. I could not bear any more, simply got fainted. When I opened my eyes, there were four or five people looking at me. Inquiring, “Who are you? What happened to you? Are you being mugged?” I looked around; the ghost is nowhere to be seen. So I gathered myself. Took a rickshaw and started for my home. Oh! What a horrible experience! I was pretty sure; the ghost cannot come to my house. I shall ever remember the ghost though. He was threatening me! He did not know, I always carry false visiting cards while I am travelling, to overcome unwanted people or even ghosts!! Tweet
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