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A 'haunted' village in Bangladesh
No people live in this village of Jhenaidah, Bangladesh for 90 years. Like ten other villages in the country, there are houses, ponds, fields full of crops. But there are no people here to eat them or stay at home. Anyone will be surprised to hear this. But no, I am not explaining the scenario of a horror movie. Nor is it a foreign island. There is such a village in Bangladesh. Where there has been no human habitation for nearly a hundred years. The name of the village is Mangalpur. This village is located in Elangi Union of Kotchandpur Upazila of Jhenaidah. The village exists in official records. There is cropland, pond, trees. Just no noise. There is a legend that many years ago, the people of Mangalpur village were filled with fear of 'Amangal'. People left the village in fear. Since then the village has been deserted. There are still fields of various crops including paddy, lentil, sugarcane and fruit orchards all over the village. There are ruins of several settlements. There are also several ponds. Which proves that once upon a time people lived here very well. But why no one lives here. Such questions are surely arising in your mind again and again. Let's know the story behind it- There are still crop fields, orchards In this regard, an elderly person of Kotchandpur area, Mosharf Hossain, said that 80 to 90 years ago, cholera disease spread in the form of an epidemic in Mangalpur village. Many people died in it. In panic, others took refuge in nearby villages. Some families left the village out of fear and moved to India. Amirul Islam of neighboring Balabaria village said that most of the people of Mangalpur village belonged to the Hindu community. Many people died when cholera became epidemic in the village. At that time, a word spread in the village that the water in the canals, ponds and wells of the village had been destroyed. Everyone must die here. After this campaign, the people of the village moved to India in groups. Some people moved to neighboring villages, who later moved elsewhere. These are many years ago. But long after that, 80-90 years ago, Hazra Tagore and Nipin Tagore were staying here. After they died, the last family member named Neto Thakur lived in Mangalpur, when he was later killed, the village became completely depopulated. It is known that there was an influential person named Mangal Pathan in this region. The village was later named Mangalpur after him. Mangal Pathan had a huge house on three acres of land. A 30 to 40 inch wide mud wall was raised around the house. Standing on the high bank of the nearby pond, no one could be seen inside the house. His family was very reserved. The girls of the house never went out. He would not even meet any outside man. Mangal Pathan once died there. His grave is still in this village. The once bustling village has been abandoned for 150 years No one can say exactly why the once bustling village became so desolate. And time has passed a lot. So no one of this generation even looks into this matter. But the most common reason is that once cholera and smallpox occur here, the people of the village start dying. Most of them were children. Doctors - Kabiraj, Ojha, Osudh-Jharphuk were not working at all. Villagers start believing that this is happening due to some divine power. None of them will survive here. So everyone left the village and fled. Later their successors came and sold their land to the people of the neighboring villages to get rid of the trouble. They are now cultivating these lands. But no one settled. Elangi UP Chairman Mizanur Rahman said that Elangi union consists of 16 villages. Mangalpur is one of them. Mangalpur is a village on the border of Jhenaidah's Kaliganj, Kotchandpur and Jessore's Chowagacha upazilas. But no people lived in this village. They heard word of mouth that the people of the village left the village in fear of the unknown. He also said that the people of the present generation had forgotten about the deserted village. Which everyone got to know again through the newspaper. According to the land office of Elangi UP, Mangalpur village is located in Mangalpur mauza number 66. There is only one village in this mouza. There are 206 registered lands in the village. But no family. Kotchandpur upazila executive officer Asaduzzaman Ripon said that he was not aware of the matter. He said that they will find out why a village has become depopulated.
By Bijan Mondal4 years ago in Horror
Original-Fake
I listened to this story while sitting in a secluded cell of the Sub-Divisional Jail. Said a defendant of the island. His life story. The man's age will be thirty-five years. A dry, wiry body, quite tall, leaning slightly under the weight of an invisible burden. The lines of the dark copper-colored face writ large and stumbling life's history. I am a criminal court lawyer. There are few names in criminal cases. The man called me with someone he knew. Not before the case, but after the verdict. I did not know the details of his case, but I heard that such a strange case never came to the department. I was a little curious, so I went inside the jail and had a look. The man is not from Tallat. Wearing worn black churidar pajama and black waistcoat, rukhu shaggy hair and mustache on his head. The muscles of the arms and legs are full, strong. The most strange are his eyes. It burns and goes out like a torch. And those eyes are fixed with a steady look, as if looking at someone incorporeal in front of them. At that time, Ga looked at the man and got up. When I went to stand in front of his cell, he was walking restlessly in the small cell to make the sound of his footsteps. Zeller said, your barrister has come. The man stared at me with torch-lit eyes for a while. Then smiled and simply said, Come on in baby. District cell opened. I went inside. The man said bluntly, "I want to appeal, Ballister." I also gave a straight answer, I don't think the charge of murder against you will be suspended. If the man smiles a little, the whole thing can change. mean? If the man says it in a loud voice, he can be hanged instead of black water. You appeal my hanging Ballisterbabu. I stayed for a while. What kind of a person, who wants to wear a hanging rope around his neck! The prisoner is just a little unnatural, but is this man already unnatural? No complete devotion to life. The man suddenly came in front of me with a smile and said, I know my dear, the rulers listen to you. If you appeal on my behalf, you will be hanged. I said, Kalapani goes to the lake and comes back again. Why do you want hanging? How impatient the man said, he is so late! As he was leaving I said, I am also leaving soon. My words are getting confused sir. He thinks that Ruplal is dishonest! His torch-eyes blazed, and went out in a flash. Then he stared at the wall with those colorless eyes. As if seeing someone incorporeal. Gata taunted me. But I said, who thinks you are dishonest? Who are you talking about? Slowly he became easy. Then if you say, I say from the beginning but listen. On that day, the even more strange story I heard from the mouth of that strange prisoner, judge for yourself whether it is unnatural or miraculous, or completely strange. I am just listening to that amazing story of Rooplal. A small tent pitched in the back field. Every year at the beginning of winter, groups of Veds from different places come to this village and take shelter. The back ground is their camp. At fairs, groups of Veds perform betting games, judge people's hand lines, and Vednis sell garlands of colored beads and kulo-dala. Then when spring comes, all disappear like seasonal birds. A strange group has come to the back field this year. Not on foot, but seven buffalo carts. They show Sakas, three clowns make funny faces, Badr dogs and goats ride bicycles, birds talk, and so much more! The main attraction of this group is that they are 'black magicians'. In a dark tent, he can tell the future of a person just by looking at his face by the light of a candle. A little different from the small tents is the big tent, that is the circus tent. It's late afternoon, the sun is overhead. The crowd of people in front of the big tent is gradually increasing. People are coming from nearby Panchkhana Gaon. The dust is flying under the feet, like the fog of the day. Standing on a raised platform in front of the tent door is a clown wearing a colorful thong-like hat and chanting to a cymbal: Come brother, have a look, Have a thousand fun. Du Anate will see Khasa What a fun color joke. And after throwing two annas Kala is in the magician's house. Brother will know by magic He will not be a king, he will be a fakir. At the end of the rhyme, jham jhamar sound of cymbals. On the right side of the clown sits an elderly man with a haggard appearance. A leaky box on the branch in front. His job is to take money from the audience and throw it into the hole. And the black magician is standing on the left side. Wearing a black satin churidar pajama, a waist-length black waistcoat, a black satin handkerchief tied around his head, and eye-glass-pattern masks like pirates. His tall body wrapped in black clothes is still. That is our Ruplal. Ruplal from five years ago. Joan was thirty years old. Rooplal is looking at the crowd with eager eyes. Crowds of people from the village of Gaya, jostling to enter the tent first. Rooplal's eager gaze fixed on one spot. Yes, they still came today. That girl holding the old man's hand. Standing behind the crowd. Today they came for three days. But he did not step inside the tent for a single day. The old man looks like a poor farmer. The hair on the head is completely white. But the girl is like a fresh seasonal flower. Not more than seventeen years of age. Green color like a new leaf, loose face, untied hair, blowing in the fresh air. The old man is looking at Ruplal, but why is the girl not looking? Why is he staring blankly at an empty almond tree? The crowd slowly thinned out. The big tent is almost full, the game will start soon. The clown has gone in to gather the crowd. Gone is the scruffy-looking man with the box. Rooplal alone on the platform. Ruplal's game is over. The old man came forward holding the girl's hand. Whatever Rooplal said today, will you watch the game or not? The old man shook his head and said, "No." Akiye Rooplal said to the girl, "You don't need money, see it." But even with such a big temptation, the girl was not moved. The old man smiled a little sadly and said, "No wizard, I didn't come to watch the game." I need some quiet time with you. Ruplal was a little surprised and said, I want silence. Then come to my tent after evening. As if the girl was scared and held the old man's hand and said, "No, at night, the donkeys come to the back field!" Ruplal laughed. Said, Well, but stay, I will go. Where is your house? If the answer is old, we are in Shaltali. The house of the happy will be shown. Who is happy? The old man smiled a little and said, this is my daughter. Will it be okay? will go The old man left with his daughter. Surprisingly, the girl looked at Ruplal for a long time, but there was no shadow in her eyes. The girl's body is young, but the mind is not old? What is called Purodastur Veda, Ruplal is so. Who parents, where people, do not know. From being a Gnana to roaming around with the Vedav group, growing up under them. A-group to O-group, leaving A-village to O-village. Learned rope balance as a child. Stand on a narrow rope to show exercise. Up to the age of eighteen. Then went with a Nepalese Buddhist monk - Pakka six years. These six years are the strangest chapter in Rooplal's life. His life turned around in these six years. Nepalese tantrics were astronomers and adepts in astrology. He could amazingly calculate the fate of people just by looking at the shape of the face and forehead. And talked with dead souls. Especially those who have died by accident, with all those low-level ghosts. A Hen became a loyal disciple of the Tantric and went to a monastery in Tibet with Ruplal Guru. When he returned to the Vedas after five and a half years, he had mastered that rare knowledge. He learned to invoke spirits and with their help to know the future of living people. From now on Ruplal's form is different, profession is different. As she stood on the darkened stage, dressed in a tight black satin dress, the yellow candlelight stung the audience. | Since then he is known as 'Kala Jadugar'. After evening sitting in his tent, Rooplal went out to Shaltali after a little jiring. The place is within miles of the backyard. Khushi's house was found on asking. To say house, Khanduek met house and rise. Ruplal did not come in his black dress, so the old man did not recognize him at first. Then he sat in the room. Khushi was called from the next room. That said, it is the wizard who has troubled you. What is written on the girl's forehead, look carefully and tell me. Rooplal laughed a little and said, this is the matter! If you take your daughter into the tent tomorrow, you can do it. The old man shook his head and said, "No wizard, but Khushi would have been scared." You see it at home, I will double what you owe. A lamp was burning on a wooden pillar in the corner of the room. Take out a yellow candle from your pocket and light it from the lamp, it turns red, and blow out the lamp. Then came and sat facing Khushi. Ruplal was startled as the yellow wax light fell on Khushi's face. Dagger Dagger two-eyed stars do not have gems! Godless speechless dumb two eyes. Happy then blind! By this time Rooplal understood why those two eyes did not speak to him despite looking at him in front of the circus tent. When Rooplal asked, Khushi's eyes turned like this from Kaddin? The old man took a breath and said, since birth. So I want to know the writing on the forehead of Porakapali. Happy to see Hatkhan. A hand wearing a silver bangle came unhesitatingly towards Ruplal. And one of Rupal's hands also picked up that soft hand like a handful of cotton. a few moments After that, Khushi let go of her hand and said, I don't see hands, I see my face. Rooplal stared with his torch-lit eyes focused on Khushi's face and began chanting the tantra in a vague unintelligible language. Sometimes the yellow wax flame flickered. It's a chilly night outside. Moment after moment passes. The unintelligible Tibetan tantra chants in Rooplal's strained solemn voice began to sound like distant bells. The shadow of happiness in the rising candlelight also trembled on the wall on the back terrace. And it seemed, in the dim darkness of the room, someone was moving around holding the figure, whispering. Khushi is sitting still - two sightless eyes meet. His face looked impossibly pale in the yellow candlelight. Even in this winter night, there is a drop of sweat on the forehead. When Ruplal realized that he was possessed by a ghost. The torch in his eyes grew fiercer. Ruplal chanted his last mantra, focusing those fierce eyes on Khushi's pale eyes. The old man could not see, but Ruplal clearly saw that Khushi's face was turning black like a dry leaf. A bat is circling overhead. Poisonous snakes are buzzing around. Rooplal became restless after seeing that picture, the torch of his eyes slowly went out. What did he see? This evil is a sign of terrible evil. He couldn't even dream that there was such an awkward misfortune such a tragic sadness hidden in the future life of a beautiful, simple, holy girl like Khushi! Unsettled, Rooplal took out a substance like incense from his pocket and lit it. Fragrant smoke began to curl up. In that smoke, the group of incorporeal ghosts left the house one by one. The air in the house became easy and light. The color of Khushi's face became normal. Ruplal lit the lamp and extinguished the candle. By now the old man was shaking. With doubt and uncertainty said with a trembling voice, what do you see magician, my happy face? By your art of magic, speak the truth! But Ruplal could not tell the truth. It was not only in his mouth, but also in his mind. He said the opposite. Rooplal said with a smile, I saw the turn. Your daughter will be happy, very happy. The scratch of sorrow will not be on him, if… What if? - The old man said in a curious voice. Ruplal looked at Khushi's flushed face. Tikalo's silver nose is glinting. Can't see, but dumb eyes are looking at Ruplal. Big love, big mercy is Ruplal's, if someone keeps him alive. If you talk heavily. Who will keep the whole life? Who will take Kanye's daughter? Take it! When the time is right, it will be taken care of. Are you really a magician? Profit by lying? The old man's face lit up. And Khushi rubs her face with a rag for no reason and makes it red, or tries to erase the color of the red face, only Khushi knows. If you take out a whole buck from the old tank while leaving. Rooplal smiled back and said, stay now. I will take my dues. let's be happy Came the short reply, Come on wizard. Happy to advance to the courtyard. Before leaving Ruplal said, I am afraid of you, or happy? I am Bhut Namai, Dano Namai. If happy, from then on there is no fear. since when When you held my hand and said in a quiet voice that you were happ
By Bijan Mondal4 years ago in Horror
Vabla is fine
His mother was very worried about Vabla. Vabla is getting older. Passed eighteen in this Asadha, but absolutely Gobarganesh in intellect. no father Two hours at the widowed mother Chowdhurybari. Mother-son's day goes on in whatever way Henshel pushes. However, for his son, he did not reduce medicine, amulets and charms. But there was no improvement. The real name of the boy has been lost for a long time. The name Vabla given by the neighbors has survived. Vabla is a laughing stock for many people in the neighborhood. This was just a few months ago. Vabla's mother is still alive. From that night he had fever. In the morning, when he realized that there was no way to go out today, he called the boy and told him to bring the news to Chowdhurybari. Not such a hard task. Vabla was also out. But as soon as he came to the corner, he fell into the clutches of Bakesh. Chai Bakesh of the neighborhood's fat boys chatted with their friends over tea. Seeing Vabla scurry away this morning gave him a headache. As soon as he came close, he said, "Hey, that's the thing!" Where are you going this morning?' Vabla had to stop after hearing Bakesh's shrill cry. He staggered and said, "Ch-ch-Chowdhury Jatha's house." 'What the hell!' Bakesh almost fell from the sky. "I will go to Chowdhury Jatha's house, why this way?" Vabla was more nervous at Bakesh's words and said, 'K-K-Why! Is the path wrong?' Absolutely. Bakesh rolled his eyes and said, 'Meanwhile, who told you about your Chowdhury Jatha's house! Have you ever gone?' Thing is, Chaudhuribari is on this road. Vabla has gone before. But all of a sudden Bakesh's words got confused. After being silent for a while, Mata said to Chul, "I don't feel like going." Which way is the house? 'Which way?' Bakesh said, frowning, 'how to explain? What a mess boy, don't mess it up again.' In fact, after the field was created, an answer did not immediately come to his mind. Next to Bakesh was Google. He said, 'Don't be afraid, Master. Tell me, I can explain.' Little Google's head is pretty clear about these things. Bakesh shook his head. With Guru's permission, he looked at Google and showed the road to Chandmari on the left side of the intersection and said, 'Bhabhisni Vabla, go straight along this road. A little further is Chandmari field. When I go, I can see a herd of moose grazing. If you see a raven sitting on one of its horns, don't worry.' 'Why go?' Vabla asked with interest. 'Why!' replied Google with wide eyes, this time just throw a rock and blow it up. The house where the crow flies and sits is your Chowdhury Jatha's house. 'True!' said Vabla, shaking her head. "Not only true, three true." Bakesh patted Google's back and said, "You will remember that?" Or forget again?' 'Yes-yes‚ will remember.' Vabla said with enthusiasm. "Then run without delay." No need to say more. Vabla ran towards Chandmari. No mother cares about such a son? There is no father. It can be said that Vabla's mother took care of her son as long as he was alive. Even though he worked as a cook in Chowdhury Bari, there was a small homestead left by his father-in-law in a good place near the market. So there was no thought in that direction. However, thinking about Vabla, the mother thought many times that she would sell the land and house and make a sure arrangement for her son with that money. Good customers were also found. But the chief of Chowdhury Bara got the trust of Gojen Chowdhury and did not go that way. When he heard the news, he said, 'What is the need to sell such a good land now, Bamundidi! As the place is getting crowded day by day, after a few years it will be worth the price. And there are thousands of us. I can say this much, Vabla Ban will not be washed away in your rotation.' Gojen Chowdhury is not only the chief of Chowdhury Bari, but also a lawyer at the dock site of Sadar Adalat. money man Vabla's mother had a little faith in that man's words, but if she knew that before the year was over, she would have to die from this world, then she would have thought differently. The body had been making noise for a long time. That's why Dubela was pushing Chowdhury home. Didn't let Vabla know either. Suddenly it was all over. After only three days of fever, blindfolded forever. Gajen Chowdhury, the chief of Chowdhury Bari, did not forget his words. One day after Shraddhashanti left, he came to Vabla himself. nice people Taking out a scented handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his eyes and said, 'Bamundidi was a good man in Wabbler. I couldn't imagine leaving like this. What can I say, I haven't had a potty at home since then. Too much trouble. no mother The potty vabbler has not ridden in the house since then. The day is going on as the chatti is torn and chewed. It is not known how many days it will meet. He did not know what to say in reply. In fact, he did not learn to speak properly. Then again in front of the chief Gojen Chowdhury. He just stared. Gojen Chowdhury wiped his eyes again with his handkerchief. Snorting, he lowered his throat and said, "I spoke to Bamundidi in Wabbler, so I left everything and ran." 'W-what?' said Vabla gulping. What else! In this situation, can I sit without making fun of you!' What else will Vabla answer to this? Gojen Chowdhury said, 'Listen, there is no mother. What else to do here in this old broken house? So I thought a lot and made a good arrangement. I fixed a new house for you. Say what, hang in there. There is also an all-time man of cooking, fiformash bed. If you agree now, tell me. Vabla never had to think about these things. He doesn't even have the power. So he shook his head in silence. Gazen Chowdhury breathed a sigh of relief. Come on, but I see it's over! I was thinking big for a few days. Listen, when it becomes vacant, this house will also have to be arranged. I will send the papers, give it all with a few tips. Will also send some cash for the bill. I didn't think. Gojen Chowdhury once again wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and left. The next day, a large van came to the house with several people. They hurriedly took the few belongings in the house into the car. Picked up Vabla too. Then he hung a lock on the door and left. After a while, when the car appeared in front of a large house surrounded by a garden on the outskirts of the city, it saw a collection of wobblers. Such a house has only been seen with the eyes, there was no opportunity to enter inside. A shiny new two-storied house. Nice garden, pond nearby. Knowing that you will be able to live in such a house, you are very happy. Meanwhile, the matter is different and how will he know? In fact, the house belongs to Shashi Howladar, a client of Gojen Chowdhury. He bought the old garden and built the house. Hobby stuff, so don't look at the cost. But after returning home, he could not stay for two nights. It can be said that he escaped and survived. Then tried several more times. But it didn't help. At the end, he tried to recover some of the expenses by paying rent. Good tenants were also found. But they could not last more than one night. Sadh's house is now the throat of Shashi Howladar. A very big house in the suburbs. At least one person is needed to look after. But lately people are not getting accepted in double mine. In this condition, he caught Gojen Chowdhury. Karitkarma Gojen Chowdhury did not waste the opportunity after getting Vabla at hand. So many vabblers are not supposed to know that. Beza happily took a bed in the two-story south-opening main room with a blanket. The people, however, did not delay. He left the bar after dropping the goods. Meanwhile, Gojen Chowdhury has not seen the working man he talked about. At noon, Vabla was half-asleep on the bed, watching the outside scene through the open window, after chewing a piece of chatti and drinking a glass of water. The divine breeze. Much better than the old house. Thinking a little drowsy, suddenly it seemed as if someone moved with a little peek at the other side of the window. Vabla sat up almost trembling. 'A-K work grandfather or not?' Chowdhury Jatha's workman has arrived, thought Bhabla. But there was no response for a few minutes. Going to sleep again thinking that the eyes are wrong, the head was seen again on the other side of the window. Scaly hair. The hair is bunched up on the tips of the two ears. Most of the two long molars have protruded. The man looked at him with narrowed eyes. Vabla said, 'J-Janalar, why go there, grandfather. Y-there's a door over there, b-come in.' How shocked the man was. But it did not take time to cope. When he said in his voice, 'Why? Ami!' 'But who else?' Vybla said, 'There are no more two people in the house. Don't worry, less work.' 'Ah!' The visitor gave a snarky look at Vabla. Kash's two teeth came out a little more. Then the man who looked like a ladder almost filled with air, slipped through the gap and entered inside. Grinding his teeth, he said, "You look at me like you're old!" Aren't you scared?' 'B-Why should I be afraid!' Vabla said in surprise, 'B-I've been waiting for you ever since. I am in great pain after chewing for two or three hours.' The man almost squirmed at that word. He said in a terrible voice, "No, I'm scared!" I climbed through the windows of the two floors, and did not get scared even when I saw him! Why would you be afraid? In the house of S-Sebar Chowdhury Jatha, a thief had stolen the pipe from the two-story house. What kind of situation is there in A-A!' Ah, I understand! He is the one who weaves the moon dots, but he did not cut anything!' 'Wh-What is it?' Vabla hesitated a little at the beginning and said, "B-understood." 'Ah, Bonjha gechenhe tanhle!' said the man very happily, he is scared isn't he? 'Why should you be afraid!' almost fell from the sky. If it gets a little cold, it becomes so smooth. Everyone calls it nakashashti. It may feel a bit cold in the room. But don't worry. It will be fixed in two days. The man couldn't stand it anymore. With a snarl, a flash of fire flashed in his eyes and he tore his head from his neck. Then he threw it to the ground and practiced the dumdam volley with both legs for a while. At the end, he put two teeth on the torso again and looked. Vabla was looking at the man's body in surprise. The man clapped his hands happily as he put his head back on his torso and said, 'Wow, great magic, Dada!' The man put his head back in place and just looked at Vabla. Instantly his teeth were back in. Dry dysentery. He said, "Oh, magic!" Where?' 'Why, look at that now. Santoshkumar's magic happened at the service fair. Just like this, he cut his head from his torso and put it back on! Did you learn from Santoshkumar? Vabla has not been able to say both things to anyone till date. No one spoke to him like that. Having got a new partner, the mouth of that vabbler has started to boil today. Words do not have that inertia. But the other side is not a vessel to leave. A little lost, he put a hand outside the window. The hand became very long and reached the tip of a coconut tree in the distance. Immediately he tore a Neyapati can and threw it in front of Vabla and said, 'Kin Bunjhle Ember?' I understand, grandpa. You are better than Santosh Kumar. Let's see a couple of such magic at work. Pretty fun.' 'No!' The man sat down with his hands on his head in great despair. Looking at Vabla in the distance with pitiful eyes, he muttered to himself, 'I see that he has become pale! Five men live in the garden. Man, if a crow enters by mistake, there is no way to escape. And so far nothing has entered the brain of the thrower! 'What are you muttering, grandpa?' Vabla asked eagerly. "I'm telling you, I've never seen a brain full of dung like yours, Bapu!" 'Absolutely right, grandpa. Vabla said with a cheeky smile, 'That's why everyone named Vabla. Nothing wants to enter the head easily. Don't see, that day Bakeshda's words did not have to be insulted.' 'Ah!' At this moment, the man's eyes were slightly shiny. That's good, Bapu. Otherwise, what you were playing, there was no more to show your face in the society.' What, what did you say, Go Dada? I could not understand anything. Now I understand there is no more work. Give it a few days. After learning, I clear the head dung a little. You will understand then. Now let's cut the box and bring it. Well said, Grandpa. To tell you the truth, talking to you for so long seems to make me feel a little inside. Dada cut the box and quickly go to the market. A few days after tearing and chewing it fell into the mouth. Cook a lot of lamb tonight.' A few days have passed since then. Vabla is doing well in the new house. All day companion is the work person of all time. Earlier he used to spend the whole day lost at home. Now the time passes in many words. The man's cooking does not even have an answer. On that first day, not only the mutton, but also the chital had arranged fish pate. Wabbler is fed up. New forms are constantly being developed. The two of them were talking that day about what to cook for lunch. Suddenly, the boss Gojen Chowdhury entered by pushing the door. He has already returned to the district after eating well for two hours. Looking at it, he swallowed hard and said, 'This is my father's life, live..., I came to see how Thudi is doing.' By that time Vabla saw with half an eye that the other person in the room had already vanished into thin air. He laughed and said, "There is no need to say anything, Jatha." Not only alive, but divinely well. May you be victorious. Gojen Chowdhury could not have thought that such a quick answer would be found in the mouth of Vybla. He just stared. Seeing that, Vabla said, 'Well done Jyatha, Obari's document was printed on the same day. But I have not received the document of this house yet. Will also send cash as promised. It seems like. Needless to say, Gazen Chowdhury did not speak after that. Somehow escaped and survived. As soon as Gojen Chowdhury left, Vabla saw that the other person in the room had appeared at the right place. again He said, 'Suddenly, when it vanishes, Dada!' 'There is no way to be?' The other side almost screamed. Gozen lawyer's head is no longer filled with dung. Vanish if not get the chance to talk so much? I can see that your head has cleared up a lot! Enough talking! But what were you talking about? 'Heh-heh.' Vabla laughed. So don't worry. When you live in the garden, I will leave you there. Do whatever you want, don't even go to see. Instead of me, you have to deal with the ghost, Thudi Bhutoda. Tell me, where can I find a person who works like a thousand?
By Bijan Mondal4 years ago in Horror
Horror stories - Myths and Legends. Part 1
The Bloody Mary legend A long time ago, it is said that there was a young woman, Mary, 16 years old. Her father was a doctor and her mother was a housewife. During some medical tests, Mary was diagnosed by her father with a very serious disease, unknown at that time.
By Viorel Secareanu4 years ago in Horror
Dark Night
Mr. Roy lives in Kalabagan. Much inward. A walled three-room single-storey house. Around six-seven-storied huge houses have gone up. A small house like that there sometimes makes him feel ashamed. He does not have the money to demolish the house and build a bigger house. No desire. What to do with a big house? He is a lonely man. A person does not need five rooms to sleep. One room is enough. He planted plants around the house. Trees are growing before the eyes. He likes to see. In the last monsoon, he planted a lemon tree - it became a lemon bush. He is happy with that. He is very peaceful. His peace of mind has been disturbed for some time. His house is haunted. What he doesn't believe in is in his house. He is not afraid. What you are getting is shame. If there are so many things in his house, he is haunted by ghosts. Can't even tell anyone about it. The one you tell him will smile. Just laugh. He also laughed when someone else talked about ghosts to him. Smiling is normal. The nuisance has been going on for the past four days. The incident of the first day is like this - eleven o'clock at night, he put off the mosquito net and put off the lamp and went to bed, the omni lamp lit up. He, like ten others, thought there was a glitch in the switch. Native switches are useless. There will be some confusion. People who seek exotic things only do so for this reason. He got up again and turned off the lamp. He came to bed and slept. It felt cold, he pulled the sheet over him, and the lamp turned on again. He threw off the sheet and sat up on the bed, then once he thought that he was haunted by ghosts, didn't he? He was very annoyed with himself for thinking that such a ridiculous thing had occurred to him. It is understood that the switch is messed up. A spring tring is cut or a skew is loose. Get an electrician to show you. Mr. Roy does not understand. Did you light the lamp again? What's the point, Nivale might just burn again. Let the lamp remain in the water. As he lay down again, the lamp went out. He called, Bahadur, Bahadur. Bahadur is his servant's son. He is sleeping in the next room. There is no reason to think that the slightest call will wake him up. A medium-sized atom bomb within ten yards of him could wake him up even if he woke up. Even knowing this general information, he does not understand why Rai Saheb Bahadur called him. Is he afraid? What a shame. In the late 20th century, he was afraid of ghosts and called his servant! Luckily no one else heard about it. It is never right to discuss with anyone. A fifty-two-year-old man calls out to his servant in fear of a ghost – does it make sense? Mr. Roy lay down. He made up his mind whether the lamp should be lit or extinguished. He will fall asleep. He has to get up in the morning. His class at eight in the morning with first year students. He taught them coordinate geometry. Tomorrow he has to explain the equation of the circle. New chapter. If you don't get up early, you will miss the class. Students can miss class, teachers can't. He has no problem sleeping. He can sleep only after going to bed. I fell asleep today. He became Okat from Ekat. He also felt a little thirsty. If you get up now to drink water, you will be completely sleepy. So he closed his eyes and lay down with thirst. He thought there was a problem with the pillow. It would have been better if the pillow was a little higher. He turned the pillow over and heard someone cough as he approached his mosquito net. once twice National cough that attracts attention. Who will bite his mosquito net? Did you fall asleep sir? who sir i am Who am I? Don't know me sir. I am a ghost in danger. Sincerely sorry for bothering you late at night. Apologize! Sir, please excuse yourself. Forgiveness is a human religion. Mr. Roy assumed that he was dreaming. A nightmare because Vuter is scared and falls asleep. Nothing else. Even if you don't believe in ghosts, you can talk to ghosts in your dreams. There is nothing to feel uncomfortable or ashamed about. Now he had a little fun. Are you a ghost? yes sir A servant in danger. I have come to you as an incompetent! Did you turn the lights on and off? yes sir Do you know English? I know little sir. Very little. Sometimes mistakes are made due to lack of practice. You said in danger, what is the danger? It is a long history, time will tell. Sir, what time will it be? No, there won't be time. I have to get up in the morning. I have a class at eight in the morning. If I don't sleep on time, I will miss the class. The previous two classes were not for strike. Then Sir, it is not right to bother anymore. Of course not. good night sir good night good night sir good night Sir Guten Nakhat, Slepenji Gut. What is this again? Good night, good night in German. Do you know German or not? As if not knowing sir. What I learned by wandering around the German Cultural Institute for a while. No practice at all. Foreign languages, if not practiced, are to be forgotten in two days. So let's go sir. See you again tomorrow. ok Good thing, what direction did you enter the house? I entered through the window. If sir allows then let's go. go Mr. Roy felt that the window shutter moved a little. Then all is quiet. No more sound. Then Ray Saheb felt that the matter did not actually happen in a dream, he was awake, and is still awake? He called again, Bahadur this Bahadur! Bahadur did not reply. He has no reason to reply. If you wake up if hit on the head with a mace. Thirst for water again. What is the thirst for water in the dream? He must have fallen asleep thinking these things, or his dreaming ended. He woke up at ten minutes past nine in the morning. The class was missed. He was in a very bad mood. He burned with anger at the ghost. When the class was missed, he decided not to go to college today. Call the mason and fix the switch so that you don't have to miss class due to ghost complications again. He called Mistry himself. He replaced the switch with a foreign switch and replaced it with a German switch. The words on the German switch reminded me of what the ghost was saying in German. Something like Guten Nakhat. What a funny thing. Can't tell anyone. In the afternoon, he visited his younger sister's house in Hazaribagh. He does not go to any relative's house. don't like I like being alone. That's why he didn't get married. Now it seems that marriage would be better. Knowing German, ghost stories could be told to one's own children. You can tell a lot of stories with your loved ones. His younger sister Milly, however, is very close to him. If he does not see him once a week, Roy Saheb becomes very moody. Milli has only one problem, she will hold Roy for marriage if she meets him. Gyan Ghan will make your head hurt - grandfather, how will you be alone? At the age of fifty-two, he doesn't like to hear these things, so he doesn't visit Millie's house more than once a week. Moreover, Milli's daughter Trina has become very evil. Trina annoys him a lot. Millie was not at home. Did she go to a wedding with her husband? But Trina was at home. He started shouting big uncle in such a way that Roy Sahib grabbed his head. As Roy Sahib likes Millie. He likes his daughter more than him. However, the preference is not disclosed. Children make life miserable once they know someone likes them. Especially if that child is of a bad nature then there is no question. Moreover, this daughter of Milly talks more like her mother. He mumbled and gave his head. Mr. Ray said in a serious voice, what's the news? Trina said in a hurry, great uncle, I have good news. very good I won't let you go today. Today you have to stay at our house. We have to talk all night. ghost story Mr. Roy sighed and said, I can do any other story, not about ghosts. Uncle, I will listen to the ghost story. I will not tell the ghost story. Why not say? In the latter part of the 20th century, ghost stories cannot be told. Can't even hear it. Why not hear? Listening is a sin. When humans are going to the moon, landing Vikings on Mars and testing soil, we're scared of imaginary creatures called ghosts – it's ridiculous. Big uncle, actually you don't know ghost stories. Mr. Roy thought once. Tell the story of last night's experience. He managed himself at the last moment. Instilling fear into children is a crime. He began a story by Aesop. A washerman had a donkey. One day the donkey fell into his pot of blue mixed water. His complexion turned blue... Trina said in a pitiful voice, "I don't feel like listening to the story of big uncle donkey." So listen to the story of the shepherd boy? A shepherd boy used to drive sheep in the field. He was a great liar. One day for fun he said, the tiger has come, the tiger has come... Trina yawned and said, I don't feel like listening to educational stories, uncle. It feels unbearable. Mr. Roy was forced to tell the story of last night. But he explained very well that it was actually a dream. It is not right to have any khat in children's mind. Trina said, Mama I think some ghost really came to you. Will see if it will come today. Even today, the lamp will automatically turn on and off. Mr. Roy said in an annoyed voice, there was a mess in the switch. The switch is fixed. Nothing will happen today. Trina said, today will be more. The courage of the ghost has increased. Will talk a lot today. It seems that the song will sing. Who knows how ghosts sing. Mr. Roy returned home upset. It was not right to tell the story to Trina. The girl is more intelligent. He will beat the mole. Will tell friends at school. The more his girlfriends (especially the weak minded ones) think about it. Once these things enter the mind, it is difficult to get them out of the mind. Very wrong. At night he went to sleep a little early today. When you turn off the lamp and get up in bed, you think that the lamp will not be turned off again today? He felt angry at himself for thinking this. He is an old man. If the matter of the ghost goes into it, then it is understood that the consequences will be dire in the case of Bachadeva. The lamp is not extinguished. After waiting for a while he prepared to sleep. He was a little disappointed, a little upset. For some reason he wanted the lamp to turn on by itself. Sir, are you awake or asleep? who sir i am Ghost in danger. I talked to you for a while last night. While leaving I said in German – Guten nakhat slippenzi well. Oh well you? Mr. Roy turned aside. He was sure it was a dream. Selfplay is what's happening. Some dreams people look back. As a student, he dreamed almost every night. Sitting in the exam hall to take the exam, he put his hand in his pocket and saw that he did not bring a pen. Ghost dreams will be something like that. did you come? yes sir Yesterday, you were lighting the lamp and extinguishing it. Today you are not doing anything, what is the matter? I didn't do anything because they installed a new switch. There is no point in wasting a thing. what is your name Mr. Roy heard laughter. This is probably the ghostly smile. There was nothing like blood clots in fear. It is rather good to hear laughter. Easy is normal Why are you laughing? Laughing at how many misconceptions people have about ghosts. You think we have names because you have names. Not really. Ghosts don't have sir names. Mr. Ray was surprised and said, is that so? Our identity is in action, not in name. say what I am telling the truth sir. For example, the names of stupid ghosts are - stupid 1, stupid 2, stupid 3, stupid 4... the more stupid the number is. You can tell by looking at the number. What a fool he is. As there is no such system in human beings, it is not understood from its name. He is neither stupid nor intelligent. Roy Saheb's face became ha. The ghost said in a serious voice, our system is very scientific sir. What is your name in your rules? Author 75. Are you a writer? There is a little bad habit sir. Why bad habits? Being a writer is not easy. Writer 75, does that mean you are a great writer? I got two small awards sir. I got the best medal last year. iron medal Iron medal sir is a rare event. You got the iron medal, what do you say? And sir, one of my essays has been read in ghost school. It is also a rare honor. A rare honor indeed. Are you standing or not? Bose, pull the chair, Bose. I feel bad about myself because you have been doing it for so long. Don't be shy sir. You kiss, kiss on the chair. There was the sound of pulling the chair. Someone sat on a chair. He could not see anything because the room was dark. Roy Saheb asked with great interest, what is your essay in Bhoot School? An essay. What is the name of the article? Essay written about people, the name is this man. Looks like an interesting article. Sir, Dissertation. It has become a bit difficult for children. Do you write essays or stories? write story Recently I have a book out, Human Stories. You are a ghost and all your writings are about people. I write human stories like people write ghost stories. Read and listen to a story. Then sir bring the book. Come and see. Ghost went to get the book. Roy fell asleep while waiting eagerly. His story was not heard that night.
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