It's a saying that in afternoon between 12pm to 1pm one should not go out of their houses in any lonely place. It's a truth, that many people have enountered ghostly activities at afternoon, like someone calling their names while someboy is followed by them. It is also said that when in evening or night time you are talking to someone moving on the road one shoud not call the person by its name. Cause i know it's a proven fact that while night ghost calls your name and ask you to open your door at midnight knocking on your door and one assuming the person calling by name must be someone known, but...............................it's not actually what you think .........................................its a ghosssssst my friend.
I hope everyone hears late night ghost stories and taken your best interest in listening the ghostly activities while on a journey and bedtime stories by grandparents. It's all about my garnadmaa meeting a ghost.
My grandmother who has encountered herself an incident in lone afternoon when she was returning back from fields of wheat to have lunch at home. While she was all alone, she was moving fast as she has to return to the work for guiding workers to perform the work in peoper manner as she was very particular about any work.
Her work routine was always the same, but.......one day while coming for lunch, she was alone again on the same route when she felt that there is something wrong.....as the name says wrong turn.. she took wrong head turn......then what?
My GrandMaa saw two vessels rolling towards her side, but she doesn't thought that it might be so dangerous, instead she thought someone has hit the vessels with pebbles so it's started rolling.
But then she realized that the vessels turned into drawfs with weird faces started calling my grandmaa's name and following her, she got scared and started to run, that time she was young lady. Then they started running faster towards my grandmaa. Then my grandmaa suddenly ran so fast and crossed a small canal that was made for irrigation of fields.
And then guess what happened?.......... As she was on the other side of the canal they turned their head and walked back like a monster and disappearded suddenly.
My grandmaa took a deep breath and walked home and then from the next day started carrying an iron sickle and was safe from those monsters and changed her time of coming for lunch.
These are real time stories that i heard from my grandparents sitting with them in cold winter while sitting near the bornfire and having some good potatoes cooked in a bornfire. These chilling and thrilling stories are bedtime wonders for all my sibling and cousins.
Love
Bon Voyagez
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