A terrifying, terrifying, terrifying ghost story >(Children, infants, and people with weak minds should read at their own risk.)

 

A terrifying, terrifying, terrifying ghost story >(Children, infants, and people with weak minds should read at their own risk.)

I was in my second year of intermediate. It was the night of the new moon. It was pitch dark all around. I couldn't see anything in front of me. It was almost 11 pm. But 11 pm is very late in my country house. Everyone had turned off the lights and was preparing to sleep.

I was walking along the road. By walking, I mean I was returning home. It was a friend's birthday. I was returning home after chatting and eating at that friend's house. All the shops were closed. Only a few dogs were roaming around the road. I crossed the main road and entered the alley.

To go home, I had to cross this alley now. I could hear the chirping of insects. It was a creepy feeling. I was never afraid of ghosts. Many times, I had come through this alley at around 2/3 am and bought cigarettes from the cigarette shop at the intersection. That day, no such fear crossed my mind. I was walking down the alley. I had a lit cigarette in my hand. I was looking at the road from time to time in the light of my mobile phone and humming the song

 "Dekha toh tujhe yaar, dil me baji guitar" Just then, in the middle of the alley, I suddenly heard someone say, "Excuse me, brother." I turned the light of my mobile phone around. I looked around but there was no one there. I thought that someone might have said it in one of the houses on either side of the alley. I started walking again. After taking two steps,

 I heard that call again, "Excuse me, brother," and a small crack in my throat. This time I stopped. I felt a slight fear, but it was not from a ghost or a kidnapper. I thought again that if I run from here now and if it was someone I knew, they would tell everyone about the run and puncture my prestige.

My throat was not working. Still, I summoned up the courage and said in a serious voice, "Who?" The answer came, "Brother, I am your younger brother's uncle. I am in great danger. I need your help." This time, I asked with some annoyance in my voice, "Are you talking like a ghost in this tone?" The answer was, "Brother, 

I am a ghost. Why should I talk like a ghost when I am a ghost? I didn't know what to say. "Who are you, where are you?" I was just thinking of shouting to save me. At that moment, he said again, "Brother, put out the cigarette in your hand and throw it away, then I will be able to come to you." You know that ghosts get scared when they see you. You can't see me, can you? When you look at me, you can see that the hairs on my body stand on end in fear. Does hair stand on end in fear? I've heard for a long time that hair stands on end in fear. He said that your hair stands on end in fear of humans. The hairs of our ghosts stand on end in fear and they stand on end in fear. I didn't throw away my cigarette but took a hard drag. 

The ghost said in a somewhat pleading tone, "Brother, please don't show me fear like this, I'm afraid. I have a heart problem." I said, "Who are you? Tell me the truth. I know you are someone I know. You are trying to hurt me. I don't believe in ghosts." He said, "Don't talk like this, brother." If we call ourselves ghosts, why don't you respect us? If you think we exist, who can deny our existence? Have I ever said that humans have nothing to say, humans don't breathe?

 I understood that I was a very self-respecting ghost. I asked, "What do you need from me?" How can I help you? He replied, "I will tell you to put out the cigarette in your hand and put it out." It has become a stub. If you hold it like this, it will stick to your finger. I looked at the cigarette. It is really finished. After a while, I really started to smoke it. I threw it away and put it out with my foot. Then I said, "Now tell me, what is your problem?" The ghost started telling his story.

My name is Utghat. My name was Utghat while I was alive, but after I died, I became a ghost and became a camel. I asked how long ago you died? He replied that you must have been alive for a few lakhs of years. Then he said, "I am talking while eating chana." I was surprised and asked, "Do ghosts eat chana again?" Utghat said, "Why don't you eat chana?" Ghosts eat chana by eating chana, and ghosts have to stay up all night to show people that they are afraid. If they don't eat chana, why do they stay up all night?" I just swallowed a little.

I didn't know what to say. I don't want to have tea with a ghost at this time of night. I said, look, Utghat, you have to stay up all night to drink tea to scare people, but I don't have any duty to stay up all night to scare any ghost. I'm going home to sleep, so I won't have tea now. You tell me about your problem quickly.

He started talking again, "Brother, I am a very educated ghost. I have studied up to class two. I got a scholarship in class five and eight in the talent pool." I stopped him and asked, "How did you get a scholarship in class five and eight in the talent pool if you studied up to class two?" He replied, "Brother, you are the one who got into the same class as me, 

and you studied till you got into the masters, and you are the one who got into the masters, and you are the one who got into the class, and you are the one who got into the masters, and you are the one who got into the class, and you are the one who got into the masters, and you are the one who got into the class, and you are the one who got into the masters, and you are the one who got into the classes It is more logical to go to a lower class by studying hard than to go to a higher class by studying hard. This makes the wall stronger. I could not say anything to his logic. 

I asked him then why did he stop studying till class two? If he had passed class one, he would have been completely complete. He then said, "That's the story, brother, I will tell you now."

When I entered the class, my name was Chenneha. I was still alive, my name was Chenneha. Chenneha became a name to be married. After that, I fell in love with Chenneha. Having said this, she remained silent again. I asked what happened? Then? She said after a few seconds that I was a little embarrassed to tell the story of my love, so I kept quiet for a while. I said to myself that even ghosts are ashamed again. I just said it verbally, then what story? Utghat started talking again and told Chenneha the story of my love life. He did not respond to my proposal at all. He went to the ballroom to eat, study and study. One day I wrote a poem on a piece of paper, "Look at you, I am singing a song with my own voice" and gave it to my friend.

My friend liked the poem very much. He asked me where I got this poem? I am a well-educated person. I never tell lies. I told him that this poem is a Hindi song of the society. This statement made my ears ring. Chenneha then said that if I could collect this village from the society, then he would accept me. After that, I started collecting this village by reading and writing. 

But no one helped me, my brother. Hearing my ghostly words, they either ran in the opposite direction or just stood there and started shouting. I said, why do you tell everyone about your ghostly identity? If you wanted, you could have taken the form of a human and taken the song from someone. Utthag replied I could have done it, Bhaiya. I could have done many other things, 

like stealing the mobile phone of the person who has this song on his mobile phone and taking the song. But Bhaiya, I am an educated person. I do not tell lies to anyone or steal or cheat. When I was in this street with my sorrow, I could have heard you singing this song. Now Bhaiya, I am a fool. At this, Utgat started laughing.

I asked why are you laughing? He said, "I'm laughing at your sorrow, brother." You cry at your sorrow, and we laugh. I told him to stop laughing. He stopped laughing. I asked, "How can I give you the song?" He said, "Brother, I'm turning on my mobile's Bluetooth. Send it to me.

" I searched for "New Device" on Bluetooth. After a while, I saw some cursive characters. Utghat said, "That's the name of his device." Written in the language of ghosts. I sent the song to that device and said, "You could have bought the CD of the song and taken it with you." Utghat said, "When you went to buy CDs, you would have given me a human identity to buy them." 

No one would sell CDs to ghosts. I am an educated ghost. I cannot buy a ladder with the identity of a false person. If you go to buy my ladder, you will read my money. Where will I get my money, I am an educated ghost. You do not have anything to say about my money in our society. Our currency is a thorn. You would not be able to buy my ladder with that in our society. I am an educated ghost. I would not be able to steal even a person's money.

I was impressed by the honesty of the educated ghost. After a while, the song was completely sent. Utghat started laughing again. I asked, did you get the song? Why are you laughing again? Utghat said, "Brother, this is a laugh of pain, not a laugh of joy." I don't understand what you are saying to thank me, brother. When I told you, "I am a great brother," he started laughing again. 

I understood that he had become very emotional. I told Utghat that if you ever need any song again after this, then come to me. He said, "What is wrong, brother?" I will never sing any song of the society in front of my acquaintance in my life. I said, "So, don't worry now. I am in love with my acquaintance. Now, go and complete your studies and get married."

Utgat said, "Yes, brother. I will definitely invite you to our wedding with a card, brother. I am an educated ghost, brother. I will never do anything wrong, I will definitely invite you. Then I will be your brother. You will be fine." Saying this, Utgat left laughing (meaning crying). I stood there for a while longer. Then I started walking towards home.

Appendix: Even today, I am waiting for Utgat and Chenehar's wedding cards. But I don't get a card. Has Utgat forgotten me? No, it can't be. Utgat is an educated ghost. He will definitely keep his word.