I guess everyone is feeling the post GE-13 blues right now. I know I am one of them.
I'm 34 years old this year and sad to say that I've never voted my whole life. I blame my own ignorance for that and nothing else. I think I've been too comfortable my whole life that casting a vote and spending a day lining up didn't seem like something I wanted to do on a nice Sunday morning. Felt like a waste of my time and felt like 1 vote won't change a thing and even if it did, winning one seat won't make any difference to my life. Yes I must admit, that WAS my mentality all along. To make matters worse, I managed to marry someone with that same mentality (if not worse) which made me feel even more comfortable not voting. Again, ignorance is to be blamed here. 
Closer to GE-13 I started spending more time reading online sites and spent less time watching tv and reading the newspaper. No one told me to stop but I felt sick watching the news on tv that kept bashing the opposition. I am not on any sides here but when you keep seeing and listening to crap on tv you start to think for yourself. "Are they kidding me?" It is as if, the government can do no wrong and the opposition can do no right. That was when I started reading and watching stuff online rather than relying on the mainstream media to provide me news and updates. And I must say FB is another good source. Someone will post something and I will watch it and research it online. Then you get the truth. Something you won't get on mainstream media. From that day on, I started to follow up updates and news online on this GE-13 and started getting more and more interested in it.
At the same time, a lot is going on in my life - with the kids, the move to the new house and the constant traveling for the past few months and I didn't get the chance to register to be a voter. Something I really really regret but at the same time, I think deeper than casting my vote. I feel that it is my job to know what I am voting for and not just vote for the sake of voting. If I want to do something, I want to do it right.
I love my country.. believe it or not. I really feel blessed to be part of this country but being a Malaysian, I also see so many flaws in our current government. Some say if you don't vote, then you have no right to speak. While I agree to that to some extent, I also feel that whether you vote or not, you are still a citizen and I still pay taxes so I do have the right to speak. 
A lot of people are very emotional when it comes to this. Especially on fb, I saw friends fighting with each other because they don't support the same party and many have so many negative things to say about each other. In a way, I don't blame them. They obviously are passionate people and therefore they feel so strongly about what they believe. I'm all for that because I am quite a passionate person by nature too but sometimes I wish people would filter what they say to people too. I don't like provocation and I don't like confrontation and to see it happening on fb between friends is kind of sad. What have we become? 1Malaysia? I think not.
The 'rakyat' has spoken on the 5 May 2013 and I guess it is what it is... BN has been in power for a long time and perhaps way too long. They know the tricks. They know how to win. Fair or unfair is besides the point. I don't see how opposition can win. I must say though that throughout my 'research', I was surprised that the result came out that way. I really thought the opposition could win more seats than they did. I saw so many videos of followers and their campaign and I know that they have won the rakyats heart but somehow the results came out otherwise. When I sit and think about it, I guess deep down I kind of knew no matter what, BN will win so I slept that night thinking the powerful side won. 
We've been blessed to be part of Malaysia. Growing up, I've always felt as ease and whenever I see riots and all on international tv, I was proud to say that my country isn't like that but lately, we see it happening to our country too and I wonder what happened?
Tun Mahathir recently did an interview and I saw it and he said it is not that the opposition is now stronger, it is because the government has become weaker. Those were his words, not mine. And I agree. It is true what he said. Our government has become weaker. 
We don't see it during Mahathir's time. We were united. So what happened and what went wrong?
The point of my post is not to say I'm pro government or pro opposition. I want to say that I want a better Malaysia. And more than anything it is ME that needs to play MY part in the society. What can I do to make Malaysia a better place? It is more than placing a vote every 5 years. It goes beyond that I think. 
Malaysians are not racist. I don't believe we are so stop making racial comments to provoke others. I believe this is Tanah Melayu and I believe we need to fight that right for sure but that doesn't mean I need to rub it in my Chinese or Indian friend's face of my privileges. They are Malaysians too and this is their Tanah Tumpah darah too so we need to give them something for their hard work too. Malaysia wouldn't be complete without our Chinese and Indian and all the other races. 
Stop the negativity pls. Towards government and towards opposition. Government isn't perfect without flaws and opposition is not all that bad. If you read and see the mainstream media, yes you will only see the bad side of the opposition and only the good side of the government so if you are smart (like me), see both sides and then you judge.
For now, like I said.. Perhaps it is best to accept the results and see how we can improve as a society. We owe it to our children. Give them the good life we had growing up in a harmonious society. That's my plan at least... What's yours?
Can we just agree to disagree and live happily ever after?
And pls... Enough of sex scandals. I don't want to know who had sex with so and so and I'm not interested to know who just did another sumpah lakhnat in from of the Kaabah. That is between you and God. 
Malaysians, we still have a lot to work on. Lets start our day thanking our lucky stars, count our blessings and lets start doing our part for our society. I'm gonna register to vote ASAP...
U? What's your plan for our beloved country?

Nuclear Life

The past month has been very busy. Almost too busy. I had to press pause on a few things just so I didn’t reach the edge of my cliff. Unfortunately, my beloved blog was one of them.

There are times in our lives when we need to press pause. When we need to re-evaluate, refocus, recharge and renew. And, it is ok when we need to press pause on certain things just so that we can get through rough, busy or hectic times.

I decided not to beat myself up for pressing pause on this.  That’s not being present…it’s living in the past and second guessing  my decisions – these are no longer priorities in my commitment to live more intentionally and be more present.  I know you’ll understand, and though I missed my writing, sharing and storytelling outlet, I am now refocused and able to return to my writing and sharing a lot with you.

We all experience this at times: when there are just other things in life that need our focus.  One of the things that I have learned in my quest to be more present is that “being more present” sometimes means recognizing the priorities in our lives and focusing our attention on things most important to us.

That is why I call this my “Be Present Project“. It is a project: something I’m constantly working on, and something I’m striving to do each day. I’m never going to do this perfectly, but I am going to certainly try.

Minds Of Their Own

Our children, they are amazing and wonderful, and sometimes they are not. They do have minds of their own. And, sometimes, they can bring us to humiliation, tears, and frustration. The perpetual positive person in me likes to look at these moments for what they are and move on. Sometimes, I’ll even write them down just so that I’ll be sure to remember them later (maybe even embarrass my kids a little in the future). The stories are that good at times, like this one:

We took our girls to the mall and let them spend some time at the play area. When we decided to leave, my youngest was not happy. She refused to listen and kept trying to go back to the play area. I had to pick her up and carry her out. When I did this, it made her even more mad and she started flailing and screaming like I was a stranger abducting her from her family. I was embarrassed, but resolute. I wasn’t going to try to reason with her in that moment and just held her tight, walking as fast as I could to get to the car. I was hoping that she’d start to calm down.

Well, she didn’t. She screamed all the way and became more agitated. I started to walk faster as we entered Nordstrom and knew that if I could just get through this one last store, I was home free to the outside and close to my car.

My sweet girl wasn’t giving up on showing her displeasure and shortly after I stepped foot into this store, my completely potty trained little girl started peeing all over me. And, I’m not talking just a frustrated trickle, I’m talking I-just-drank-a-gallon-of-water kind of pee. It was coming out like a fire hose. I was mortified. I thought to myself, “should I stop?” as I was leaving a trail of pee all over the beautiful floors of this upscale store. Surely, I needed to tell someone so that no one got hurt, but I couldn’t. I just had to keep going, the screaming, the struggle to keep her in my arms was becoming futile and we were soaked to the bone in pee. I just had to make it to my car, that was what I had to do. I tried to walk even faster (perhaps even a slight jog), but my flip-flops were so wet that I was having a hard time keeping them on. But, we finally made it and all was well just a short few minutes later.

Yes, this is what motherhood is all about. The good and the bad, the funny and sad. Enjoying the journey in total is what matters most, even moments like this. What are some of your embarrassing moments?

The Journey

This afternoon, I received such a great surprise. My mentor texted me she was in town and wanted to see if I had time to get together. I was elated. This woman has been one of my biggest champions in this journey called life and I’m grateful beyond words to have her as a part of it.

I was paired with her as a part of my College Leadership Florida program well more than a decade ago (man, I’m growing up!), and the stars must have been aligned just right because we are a perfect match. What I love most about her: she asks the right questions, she challenges me, yet always supports me, she always believed in me and she has been one of my very best friends. Her formal commitment to me was only that one year, but we’ve stayed connected to this day. She even stood with me when I got married as one of my bridesmaids (I bet she thought she’d never do that again!).

Our time together today reminded me about how important it is to have mentors in our lives. To have those objective, supportive, experienced individuals to help us through our journey. And, I think about how important it is to give back, to turn around and support someone yourself. I’ve been a mentor to a few amazing young women, and it has been such a joy to see them grow in their careers.

Why is mentorship important? Well, I think it is all about being in an authentic relationship. Mentorship comes in many forms: friendships, colleagues and sometimes, competitors. It doesn’t have to be something formal, just real. You could have many of these kind of people in your life for the various parts of it…your career, motherhood, a spiritual journey or a hobby.

Mentors are great champions. They can be a source of great inspiration. They can talk you through a tough time and give you wonderful perspective. They cheer you on when you need it the most. They believe in your dreams and support you in achieving your goals.

They are someone who can help keep you grounded. We’ve all had our ups and downs. As we go through this life journey it is important to have an experienced, objective person to point out things you may not see yourself. One of the greatest things my mentor taught me was truly evaluating my strengths and what I loved to do in life. She drew this matrix for me, and to this day, I still think about it when making a career decision, and I’ve shared it with others myself (I also love this Venn diagram).

Mentors open doors. Yes, they can help open doors by introducing you to people, but more importantly, they open the doors of your own possibility. They can help you see things that you might not notice on your own, and they can encourage you to overcome your fears.

I think it doesn’t matter if you are the mentor or the mentee, you learn from each other. The relationship is a blessing and one that will have a positive impact on your life. I know my mentor will read this, and I try to tell her as often as I can that she has been such an important part in the fabric of my life.

I just wish more of us actually did this. So, even though you may not be an “official” mentor to anyone, your relationship with someone just may mean the world to them. Why don’t we all do what we can to lift each other up instead of tearing each other down? Take time to learn from those ahead of you in life and those behind you. The joy is in sharing and learning from each other…oh, and to be present in those moments.

Who has been your mentor or an important anchor in your life? I want to hear about them and would love to recognize them (and your stories) on my blog! Post in the comments below.

Sister's Vacations

We are about to leave on a fun family vacation with my sister and her family. I’m beyond excited and we can hardly wait for the morning. This is going to be like fiveSunday night dinners in a row! As I have been preparing things for our trip tomorrow, I have been thinking a lot about my sister.

Marketing has been my career, so I love reviewing how readers get to my blog. One of the top search terms for my site: I love my sister. This is so funny and couldn’t be more perfect for me. Because I do love my sister, so very much.

She is my best friend and my rock. My life would not be complete without her. She is kind, talented, giving, funny and unbelievably strong. I look up to her and admire her for what a great mom, wife, friend and sister she is.

One completely sappy moment we had was shortly after I found out I was pregnant with my second child. She was pregnant with her first and knew she was having a boy. We talked about the gender of my baby and I told her how we’d like to have a boy, too. To that she said, “But, if you have a boy, then Danica won’t have what we have.” We both started crying.

My girls are so lucky that they have each other. Having a sister is one of the greatest gifts in this world. I’m grateful for mine and love her with all of my heart.

Last year, when I was beginning my journey to be more present and making a lot of big changes in my life to do just that, my beautiful sister wrote me a special note. I think this is great advice for all the moms out there:

“I just wanted to send you an email to let you know what a great mom I think you are!  I can’t imagine how hard it is to juggle work, family and friends.  Talking with you today about feeling guilty about how much time you spend with the girls and family made me think of something.  No matter how much time you spend with your kids and family you will still have mommy guilt and think you should spend more time!  Even though I stay home with my kids, I still feel guilty that I’m not doing enough.  I don’t think that feeling will ever go away!  We just need to accept that we are doing the best we can and that is what makes us GREAT moms!  I think we are always striving to be better and do better by our children and that is what makes wonderful mommies.  The moment you think you are at the top of your game and you can’t do any better is when you will just be mediocre!  You have the most beautiful, smart, energetic, intelligent and outgoing girls… they are such a reflection of how wonderful you are and what a great job you do.  I love you so much and admire you even more for the wonderful person and mom that you are.”

I love my sister. If you are lucky enough to have one, too, tell her how important she is to you.

Father's Love

FATHERS WHO LOVE      

How, then, can fathers truly be intensely loving in a society that does not encourage it? Here’s how: (1) Fathers decide that it is manly to love intensely. (2) Fathers conquer the inhibition that society thrusts on them. (3) Fathers truly treat their family members as they treat their own personal lives. (4) Fathers accept the fact that their love complements the mothers’ love, not competes with it. Thus, their love is equally important to the family welfare.

The good news is that there are many Bahamian fathers who love intensely. Many men leave behind the traditional roles for men and become, along with mothers, the primary care-givers for their children. These are the fathers who refuse to work overtime, who leave their briefcases at the office over the weekend, or their tools in the carpenter’s shop, who make an effort never to miss a school parents-child activity. They are finding fulfillment and success in ways that society doesn't quite understand yet. We do know that these loving Bahamian fathers are the ones who are really contributing to the strengthening of the Bahamian family life, thus greatly assisting in the decrease in criminal activities. These are the fathers who know that the "good old days" were not all that good, and that to maintain a healthy family life requires one to take a new look at the way we do things. The habits and traditions of the "good old days" did very little to strengthen families. We are seeing evidence of that today.

My very own father made it easier for me to break tradition and become an intensely loving father. He did everything for us and with us. He loved, cried, hugged, kissed cooked, baked, talked with us, and told us, "I love you." More importantly, he freely said "I’m sorry" when he made a mistake. Therefore, when our two children were born, I was extremely jealous of anyone else taking my place and influencing my child more than I. I didn’t even want my parents’ love for their grandchildren to be in any way more intense and meaningful than my love. Although I did not breast-feed my children, I would change their diapers, cook the food, iron the clothes, and comb their hair. When our daughter started to go to school, her friends would commend her on her neat hair styles. They would say to her "Your mother did a beautiful job." She often had to correct them by saying "It was my father who combed my hair." I combed my daughter’s hair every day until the age of ten. After that, I did not have the skill to make any more of the fancy, more "grown-up" styles. It was my wife’s turn then. I would spend literally hours holding our children, playing with them, and being there to say "good night."

I dedicate this post to all mothers all over the world. For your information, some men too can be classified as "mothers" due to the "motherly role" they play when the mothers are not there for their children. This post is also dedicated to all the abused women all over the world. Most of these abused women are afraid to come out and report the inhumane treatments being meted to them by their husbands, brothers, uncles, fathers and members of their communities in the name of local customs and tradition. Also a mother should not necessarily be a woman who has given birth before, but any other woman who though has no children of her own takes very good care of other people's children, nurtures them, provides them with education, quality healthcare and in fact all their needs in life. Many women out there are really taking their motherly roles very seriously and are bringing up their children in a good way. Therefore, i dedicate the poem " A Motherly Love" to all mothers as we once again celebrate " Mothers Day" this year.

A Mother's Love

There are times when only a mother's love can understand our tears,

Can soothe our disappointments and calm our fears.

There are times when only a mother's love can share the joy we feel

When something we have dreamed about quite suddenly is real.

There are times when only a mother's faith can help on life's way

And inspire in us the confidence we need from day to day.

For a mother's heart and a mother's faith and a mother's steadfast love

Were fashioned by the angels and sent from God above. (Author Unknown)

To our mothers, we say we love you and God bless you.

A prolonged decline in solar output will begin sometime around 2040 and subject the Earth to global cooling that will last 200-250 years, scientists at Russia’s Pulkovo Observatory report.

"Evidently, solar activity is on the decrease,” explained Pulkovo scientist Yuri Nagovitsyn. “The 11-year cycle doesn’t bring about considerable climate change – only 1-2%. The impact of the 200-year cycle is greater – up to 50%. In this respect, we could be in for a cooling period that lasts 200-250 years.

Nagovitsyn said the cooling will be substantial, though not quite as strong as the cooling that occurred during the Maunder Minimum in the depths of the Little Ice Age during the late 1600s.

The period of low solar activity could start in 2030-2040 but it won’t be as pervasive as in the late 17th century,” said Nagovitsyn.

Nagovitsyn explained that variations in solar output are a significant factor in global climate change.

My friend is from rajasthan... He came down to pune to complete his education. One of his cousin brother had rented a flat in pune.. He too was a student in pune.. So it was the afternoon time... He reached at his cousins flat.. They had few chats and lunch. After that his cousin told him that he has to go out for some work & suggested him to take rest. Soon when his cousin left my friend went to the bed n rested his face under the pillow.. He was damn tiered n damn sleepy.. He was almost going to his sleep when he heard a noise of someone's foot steps... He wondered who must be tht..?? Coz his cousin lived alone n there was no one else at home.. But he was so tiered that his body didn't allow him to get up from the bed.. He heard the noise again... He thought he must be dreaming.. But that noise came more closer to him. His eyes were too tiered to open.. But he any how managed to open his eyes.. He opened his one eye n saw a figure standing in front of him.. He again thought he must be dreaming as he was half asleep.. Then he heard someone calling him with that kinda noise which sounds like "chuchu" like someone on road dosent know ur name n thy wanna call u.. So how will they call u..?? In the same way... half asleep he again managed to open his eyes n see... He saw a lady with long hair n in a white saree was staring @ him with her big round eyes which were literely popping out.. She was standing with a small boy who was wearing shorts n a tshirt... He too kept staring at my friend.. He must b around 2-3 years old..
My friend was scared from inside but his tiered body didn't allow him to get up neither to react on it... He says he's not sure if that was his tiredness or that spirit didn't allow him to get up from his bed... He closed his eyes tight.. N his head started aching very badly.. He again buried his face under the pillow when he felt someone hitting on his back very badly.. He couldn't move an inch or scream... He started taking Sai Baba's name... And with in few seconds it stopped... My friend jus fell asleep... And when he woke up he saw his cousin into the kitchen... He washed his face n told his cousin everythng while having coffee... What his cousin told was really shocking.. He said "the same thng happened with him too 2-3 times n tht too in the noon time.. And in the same way... So he avoided thinking that it was jus a bad dream.. But now that it happened with my frnd too so tht means thr is someone's spirit in this house... His cousin decided to vacant the flat.. Before leaving they told everythng to the owner bt he avoided this topic.. But one of the old lady who lived on 1 floor (thy were living on 3rd floor) told thm that one family lived their.. once thy were returning from a picnic and their car met with an accident.. The husband survived but unfortunetly the wife and the son died... She was attached to this house coz her hubby had bought this house from his own money aftr getting promotion.. Before thy lived on rent.. So she was attached n aftr the accident the husband sold the house n went to live with his parents n younger brother.. The person who bought this house frm tht lady's husband saw tht spirit many times bt he didn't sell it infact his jus fooling ppl n givin tht flat on rent.. Many tenant's before my frnz cousin left the house coz of her.. N tht's the reason the owner was givin such a big flat in very less rent...
My frn n her cousin freaked out n thy were sweating like hell aftr listening to this story.. Even now whn thy have to pass frm tht area thy think of tht same incident n always take god's name while passing frm thr..

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A LONG BUT SCARY EXPERIENCE...

Sorry guys... Its too long but real and scary...
and its intresting too...
Here goes my story...

his happened last year,
me and a couple of other friends decided to
explore an old bungalow in my
locality which was supposed to
be haunted. Now when people
see an abandoned bungalow
they think it's haunted, but people like to talk don't they?
We didn't believe a word of
the place being haunted and
decided to explore for
ourselves. I stay in a bungalow which is
near the abandoned one so we
decided to have a sleepover at
my place and then sneak out
during the night have a look,
snap a few pictures and return back. My mom had gone to
Pune for a relative's marriage
so that made the sneaking out
easy. It was the summer
holidays and we had a lot of
fun, there were three of us me my friend Shivani and another
friend Vidya. Some background about the
house, it has been uninhabited
since as long as I can
remember. The current owner
of the bungalow is in the United
States and doesn't care about it, maybe they are selling it to
some builder next year. It's a
pretty desolate place, it's at
the very end of the road and
has a waste land behind it. Not
many people care about it anymore, it's been long
forgotten except when people
talk about ghosts. It is said that
the ghost of some previous
owner haunts the place, you
can hear laughing in there, the gate opening and closing by
itself and the glow of old oil
lamps when no one is inside. It
was just too tempting for us to
stay away from. We decided to reach there at
around 7-30 so it would be
sufficiently dark and not too
late. The bungalow is quite the
picture of carelessness, the
walls were covered with algae, the weeds had overgrown and
the thorns of some plants
made it difficult to walk
without getting your lower legs
scratched, foolishly I had worn
shorts, and my legs were cut and bleeding by the time we
walked the distance of about
three meters from the gate to
the front door. It was a
moonless night and it is said
that at such times the spirits are unrestricted by the veil
between the living and the
dead. Nevertheless we
decided to go in using the
windows, since the door had a
big rusty lock on it, the windows were very old and
seemed to belong to the times
long gone by and did not have
any glass on them which made
getting in rather easy. Shivani
was the first to go in followed by me and Vidya. We switched
on the flashlights on our cell
phones which filled the interior
in an eerie light. I had this
feeling of sudden sadness and
that someone was watching me, I brushed it off as being
guilty about trespassing in
someone else's property. The feeling continued and it
felt like someone was playing a
voyeur on me. It was a sick
feeling. As we were taking a
look inside I was constantly
turning my head around to check if there was someone
behind me. Vidya asked me
what was wrong, I told her and
Shivani about it and Vidya
agreed that she felt the same.
Shivani said I needed to relax The interior of the bungalow
was plain and unfurnished, with
a big hall (living room), a flight
of stairs in one corner of the
hall led up to the first floor.
There was the kitchen just beside the hall and a bedroom
or storeroom to the left of the
kitchen, we decided to go to
the first floor and see if we
could find ourselves any
ghosts. Vidya complained that she was
not feeling alright and would
stay downstairs. Shivani and I
started going upstairs and I
was overcome by a feeling of
sudden and utter terror. I couldn't breathe and I wanted
to flee the place, my eyes
started watering and my head
hurt, a short scream escaped
my throat and Shivani looked at
me from where she was standing at the top stair. She
asked if I was okay and I just
nodded my head and said that
it was my dust allergy acting
up. I slowly got to the upper
floor, and we decided to check the rooms ahead. There were
three bedrooms up ahead and
a door which led to the
terrace. We decided to check
the first room, as we were
about to open the door and peek in we heard someone
coming up the stairs. Thinking it was Vidya, I went to
take a look to find that the
stairs were deserted,
strangely the sound continued
but I couldn't see anyone. It
was like the sound made when you walk around in flip-flops,
Vidya was wearing heels so
she definitely wasn't playing
tricks on us. I stood there
glued and frozen like a statue
listening to the sound of walking approaching closer to
me, I screamed for Shivani
who came out running from the
room she was looking in and
she heard the sound too. Her
face showed the terror she felt and she gripped my hand
and we rushed downstairs, I
felt an icy breath of air pass
me, I was too frightened to
care. We saw Vidya sitting
peacefully downstairs on the
floor as if in a trance and she
seemed to be meditating. We
were scared, scared as hell.
We rushed downstairs and shook her, she was startled
and asked us why was she
sitting down. She seemed
genuinely confused, and as we
were thinking about the
situation we heard someone laughing upstairs and ran out of
the house through the
windows. We ran really hard, I
had a stitch in my side and was
sweating. When we stopped to
catch our breath, I took a look at my friends and was shocked
to see that Vidya's face was
deathly pale, her pupils had
dilated to such an extent that
they nearly covered her hazel
irises, she was bathed in sweat and when I felt her forehead
she had a high fever. She
seemed to have gone in that
trance like state again, I shook
her and asked her if she was
okay. She said she felt sick and groaned. She had to puke, she
didn't feel alright at all. We
went home to let her get some
rest. Back home, she flopped down
on the bed in my room and
seemed to have slept
immediately. Shivani and I
discussed the events that took
place and wondered if the ghost would follow us, deciding
that it wasn't a possibility we
went to the kitchen to make
something for dinner and wait
for Vidya while she completed
her nap. The experience had shaken me and I decided that I
would take a bath before I
cook to calm myself down.
While undressing I noticed
some scratches near my
breasts which definitely were not there earlier, they were
shallow and didn't even hurt. I
checked my top to see if it was
torn while getting in through the
windows or anything like that.
There wasn't any sign of scratches on it. It just didn't
feel normal, dropping the idea
of bathing I showed the
scratches to Shivani, she
checked herself to see if she
had any scratches on her body and there were three irregular
scratches on her stomach, she
said she didn't have them
earlier. They really looked new
as they were bleeding, they
didn't hurt as well. We decided to tell this to
Vidya and see if she was doing
okay. We went to my room and
at the door we heard someone
moaning in there, both of us
were shaken visibly and slowly opened the door. Vidya was
sitting cross legged on the
floor and seemed to be
meditating again, this time she
was saying something which we
had heard as the moaning. I was rooted to the spot, Shivani
went and shook her and she
got out of the trance like state
again. I went to the kitchen to
get some ash from the
essence sticks which is considered to be holy and put
it on Vidya's forehead. Then all
of us did a little ritual of
praying and asking the spirit to
leave her alone. There were
no incidents of her getting lost in that state again. When we mentioned to her
about the scratches that we
had, she checked herself to
find scratches on her stomach
too. It was too much of a
coincidence and we decided that that was one pervert ghost
we had encountered and on
seeing three girls it had
decided to have some fun. We
never told of this incident to
anyone, and have not dared to go near the bungalow again. I
would have uploaded the
photos of my scratches but
they are on a rather private
place. Thank you for reading my
story, if anyone has had a
similar experience please
comment about it. Regards

Back in 2010 when I was 19... Our group.... Only guys.... They heard rumors about spirit of a lady in a government quarter near railway station.... The name of Tht quarter was L108...
We guys were not superstitious to believe in such roomers.... We planed to go there..... By the evening.... Taking the keys from my friends friend in government office..... He warned us... But we over looked and went.... We opened the house and spread out.... We checked every corner.... But nothing was there.... Apart a pendent... Old and rusted.... But a beautiful one.... We let it b at its place....
Evening 6:00 nothing scary.... Evrything usual,... Night 9:00 we had our dinner.. Nothing yet... We started playing cards..... As the time passed evrything got quiet...... There was a tv... In Tht house.... With out any cable connection...... Nearly about 1 am... The spirit started playing its part.... Tv started on and off... Again and again.... We didn't see anything in the tv.... But we saw was a figure.... In white.... We were 4 friends.... The one who first saw it..... Got shocked.... And stopped moving..... He was sacred and responed to nothing.... We saw it... And it scared the hell out of all of us... We ran.... Picked up our friend and went under a tree.... Where there were statues and photo graphs of god and goddesses...... We shivered till the morning...... We never went back to take anything...... We were in trauma for a week.... I still can't imagine that place....

This is 1 hell of a experience vich my father had vit
d unknown world...my father is a chartered
accountant... soo he usually goes 4 audits &
stuffs....this happened 2 him 2 yrs bak vile he was
on his way 4 auditin in guruvayoor templ(its a lord
krishna temple in kerala)since his work dat day was quite hectic, he left frm home at around 630 in
d evenin.. its a one and haf hr ride frm my
home....he usually stays in d temple guest house bt
unfortunately 4 him he couldnt gt a room since all
rooms wer completely occupied...soo he went in
search 4 a good lodge 2 stay in & finally found 1.... VENKATESHWARA lodge... jst 3 km frm d
temple....luckily there was only 1 room vacant in
dat lodge & he was lucky enuf 2 gt dat.....sooo...
aftr settlin down & havin his dinner, he went 2
sleep as he was quite tired aftr his busy day....d
time was around mid nite... nearly 1:30....he suddenly woke up vit a start... he could'nt
breathe..... it was as if som 1 was stranglin him.... he
tried 2 let go off dat sensation bt he jst could'nt gt
d grip out of his neck.... he strtd rollin over & fell off
from d bed.... suddenly he saw a shadow hover
past him & a nasty smell(a smell of a decomposed body) spread around d room...he got up in a flash,
threw d door open & ran 2 d reception.....it was
then dat he herd frm d receptionist dat a lady once
committed suicide by hangin herself in dat
room......he was in shock & in pain since he's been
havin back problems 4 d past 17 yrs... actually a ruptured disc....it was wit dis back pain dat he fell
frm d bed..... & vit d help of d receptionist & a
worker he packed up his bag & they helped him 2
d car.....this was 1 experience which greatly changed
my views bout d unknown.....

This is a real incident I heard from my aunt... so it goes like this... this incident took place in 2000... there is a place known as satpula in jabalpur... my uncle was going at home late night at around 12 o'clock... it was dark having little moonlight so he can barely see anything and there were no street light.... he was in his cycle... So while riding his cycle...he suddenly realised that something was rolling along with him....so to check, he saw in his left direction towards the road... he saw some object rolling along with him.... it was rolling with the same speed of his cycle... he didnt understood what it was.... he got little panic but he was riding his cycle and didn't stopped...this was happening for atleast 10 mins...after sometime there was a streetlight just few meters away...so when he crossed the streetlight he saw towards that object...and when he finally saw....he was hella scared and freaked out and rided the cycle as fast as possible....he saw a beheaded head of a man which was rolling along with him....he couldn't believe it... but after sometime when he again saw towards that object ..it was gone....so when he got home he was shivering...the place where he saw this, is basically a railway track area...and there are many cases of people doing suicide by train....there are many incidents like a spirit of a women asking for lift...but i dont know much about it...so this is the incident and its not fake !!

Dis is about 5 years back wen my frnds dad got a call frm one of his relatives dat his brother is nt f9 nd dey r taking him to I.G.M.C hospital shimla.
it was a winter night around 11pm so he cudnt arrange for a taxi to d hospital so he decided to opt for a shortcut way to d hospital via chaura maidan ,ridge nd finally to d hospital.
he kept on walkng nd around 12.30am wen he reached on d ridge he met a man who greeted him nd said dat hez going to i.g.m.c hospital to meet his relative nd he was afraid of going alone so talked to my uncle.
firstly uncle was bit confused dat wy wud a stranger talk to him in d middle of night bt he was worried for his brother so jst ignord it nd dey both started walkng nd d man kept on chattering widout any reason.
after 15 mins wen dey reached d main gate of hospital d man said dat his relative is in other ward whereas uncle had to reach d emergency ward so both bade a gudbye to each other.
wen uncle entered d emergency ward he was shocked to see d same guy dead on d stretcher d one who accmpanied him to d hospital...
wen he askd d doctors dey said dat d man died 20 mins earlier..

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My maternal aunt lives in Rajouri, J&K.. She lives there with her husband and two children in an apartment. There's an abandoned Govt. School very near to the apartments and it is said, that a girl because of failing in a test committed suicide under a tree near the school. When i visited my Aunt last summer(as it remains pleasant there throughout the year) she was kinda tense and somewhat afraid of some fact. I asked her the reason but she didn't tell anything.
One night, while i was sleeping.. something bothered me. Someone at around 2:35 am knocked the door. Everybody in the house was suprised and frightened. My uncle opened the door and there was nobody at the door. He closed it again and the same thing happened again. I could see my aunt shivering already. She called the watchman and asked if anybody had entered the apartments. He murmered something and i didn't exactly know what conversation they just had. I couldn't make out anything. After 5 minutes, when the watchman went back to the main gate. We tried to sleep and still i was continously asking my aunt what had happened actually. She refused to tell me all the time and asked me to close my eyes. After around 10 mins. at 3:15.. we heard a very loud noise. Neighbours came out of their rooms as well. We SAW THE WATCHMAN DEAD WITH HIS HEAD CRUSHED by something. BLOOD all around. I was shocked, frightened and i had no idea what had happened.

location-CMRIT BOYS HOSTEL,bangalore
this incident happened with me 2 yrs ago.there is a washroom in our hostel which is abandoned.one of our senior commited suicide in that washroom before my admission..its not being used since then and is kept locked.i was always curious to c that washroom as some guys said that it was haunted and some voice has been heard from inside it...
one night we found the lock opened.may b it was opened by warden for some reasn n he may have forgotten to lock it back..it made me exited..it was 02:00 am n i along with one of my friend entered the washroom along with my celphone...i started making a video of the washroom to show others as none othr was ready to enter..
after making a video for about 5 mins we both came out..we were exitd to show it to othrs...we all sat together n i opend d video..it gave a warning "unable to play the file",i tried again and again but it gave the same warning everytime...i send d video via bluetooth to one of my friend..it gave the same warning on his phone too..he deleted the video and asked to do the same..
i was unhappy..my risk work was about to go in vain..but i decided to delete it..when i pressed the delete optn..anothr warning was displayd-"unable to delete the file"....this made me a bit uncomfrtabl..stil i slept without thinking much..
when i woke up next morning,i searched for the video agin but surprizingly...it was not there in my phone..i was deleted byitslf..n yes this incident is very much true..
well i never went to that washroom again and even requested my hostel mates not to do so...

heya... 
wanna share sumthing.. which I actually dnt knw it ws realy a spirit or human being... 
one day ws returning bck 4m mah clses.. it ws nearly about 8 to 8:30 pm... ws alone...andhera b tha n khali b .. chl chl k aa rhi thi toh I saw a grl standing .. she ws small..may b her age ws 7 or 8yrs.. toh I saw dat dogs were barking.. n d grl ws nt able 2 go... she ws standing.. jb mai wha pohochi toh meko bolne lgi mai apke sath chlu.. toh mai usse kuch rply nai ki as I ws using mah fon.. toh woh mere sath khud hi chlne lgi .. den kuch dur tk gyi toh sochi ldki se name puchti hu piche mud k dekhi toh she wsnt dere.. toh meko lga aas pas k ghar me ghuss gyi hogi... wtevr..
fir ghar aa gyi.. den aa k btayi ghar pe dat aisa hua.. toh meko sb khene LG gye tu usse boli toh nai apne sath chlne k liye.. mai boli nai.. toh meko bole sb dat mai agar bolti usse mere sath chlne den woh mere piche piche mere ghar tk aa jati n ol.. n tha chow raasta..sb khete chow raste pe bhoot ol hote h.. e1 dogs cn see spirits.. Jo b ho..I didnt belived ol dis....
bt thoda bohut abi b meko dhyan me aata h itni choti si bchi ko itne rat ko kn bahar bhejega.. n e1 mai abi b whi se aati hu wapis usse kbi dekhi nai.. anywaz still I dnt knw wt ws dat... may b woh whi khi ghar pe chli gyi hogi.. awein sb bhoot n ol bolte h... wtsoevr.. tb meko yeh sb dhyan me nai aya aa jata tb wohi hrtattack na aa jata.. ..isiliye bttr 2 nt belive in spirits n ol....

Location: Darjeeling.
Resident of: Kolkata.
There are many undiscovered facts that go parallel to the real world.. Thefollowing story relates such an incident. I was in a hostel in darjeeling for few months before my parents shifted there. I won't name the school but its a quite renowned one.
A month or so was gone since I took admission in the new school. Our first term exams were to begin and I had to study a lot as usual. So I decided to stay up in the study room a bit more than we were scheduled to. Everybody were gone, I requested the caretaker of that particular building to allow me for some more time and he agree to let me study for another hour. It was like 9:30pm or so,I thought of going back to our dormitory. In order to reach the dorm either I had to cross the misty field or take the shortcut through the jungle. It was so misty that I could hardly see beyond 2 to 3 feet. So I decided to play my mouth-organ that I always had in those days, took my torch out and went down the stairs that lead to the field.
There was an uncanny silence in the environment. Dried maple leaves were all over the field, I almost reached the other end of the field when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I walked fast, the footsteps also followed faster, gathering all my courage I turned back and found no one. Now that was real creepy. I hurried to the hostel building which took me a few minutes from there. I knocked hard on the dorm gate and the Hostel-in-charge Mr. William(not the real name) came out. I didn't say anything to him and went to the third floor, where I and my friends slept. My bed was kept in an awfull place, just in front of the staircase that lead to the deserted top floor. I wished the boy beside me "Good Night" and went to sleep.
I slept but suddenly in the middle of the night I felt suffocated and openedmy eyes. It was as if someone sat on my chest and was trying to chock me. I tried to call my friends but couldn't, as if I was dumb. I couldn't raise my hands my legs, couldn't move my whole body. Somehow I managed to get up and sit upright on my bed and then what I saw was unexpectedly creepy. Something stood just in front of my bed. Something white. Top to bottom white and motionless. I saw itfor hardly five seconds and slept back and pulled the blanket on my head and tried to keep calm. I could hear my own heartbeat, tears rolled down my eyes and I don't remember anything after that. I woke up in the morning but couldn't move. I realised I was late, my eyes were burning, Mr. William stood beside me and as I opened my eyes he touched my forehead and said I have fever.
I was admitted to the school hospital. I remember them taking me there and piercing in saline channels in my arm. Then again I might have fallen asleep. At night I woke up and noticedthe one in the bed just beside me was staring at me. I saw him and sleptagain. The next morning when I wokeup I found my best friend sitting just beside me, I looked towards that bed where that boy sat staring at me but he was not there. Out of curiosity I asked my friend about the one who was admitted there. I further said thatthe boy was staring at me last night. But my friend's answer was the most horrifying one, which not only made me leave the hostel but also the school, he said, the entire hospital building was empty the last night, rather every night, even the sisters don't say at nights there...
SO DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? PREVIOUSLY I DIDN'T, BUT NOW I do

Hi this story's from shimla.. It was a beautiful moonlit sky.. After a gr8 wedding we were supposed to be getting back to our respective places.We were a group of 5 people so we decided to arrange for a car . A taxi @ that moment in a place like shimla was totally out of question moreover it was against our native conscience that didn't allow us to do the same. I and Sangay started walking towards their house @ lakkar baazar.. Shimla becomes eerie post 9pm nd of course we were two young lads with relatively faint hearts.. Crossed d kali bari mandir .. Rchd the scandal point we could see two faint White figures coming towards us.. No matter how hard you try not to think about it .. Random thoughts keep driving u crazy.. We mustered up courage and still walked uptil there and realized that they were tourists wearing monkey caps loafing around... We thanked our gods and croSsed the gaiety theatre.. Incidentally we were talking about the 2nd edition of a book on ghost stories of shimla hills which happened to be written by one of our own family friends. We rchd sangay's house ..sneaked in ..got the car keys and left for the parking. And as expected the trail to the infamous IGMC car parking was through a eerie dense tree covered area ..since Sangay's dad happened to be the HOD of one of the departments at the hospital he mentioned that ghosts and abberations were witnessed even in the day .. Also we saw few big windows which were the windows of the morgue(place where dead bodies are kept) . Finally we rchd the Car parking .. The car was parked in the darkest corner of the parking and the car was a Maruti old edition.. We rchd the car .. The car did not start.. Pushed a little.. Didn't .. Finally after 15 minutes of persistent hardwork we managed to start the car somehow !! We drove till the hotel .. Parked it .. And it started pouring out of nowhere.. Rain was the last thing we'd expected.. So we decided to put up there for a while and then leave .. It stopped .. And we left it was 4 ov us out of which only 3 knew how to drive .. So we rchd the "victory tunnel" frm where we decided to go towards "sanjauli".. We drove turn by turn.. Rahul was remarkably scared.. He didn't trust our driving and @ 1 in the night eveything seemed to be pretty repulsive.. The route beyond "chota shimla" is a stretch which has a dense forest cover and we had heard stories of women hitchiking and turning into chudails .. And if ignored they start running @ the pace of ur car.. All these stories were narrated to Rahul in grand spooky style and he pleaded us to stop.. Short of "St. Bede's College" comes a turn which has a small water body (bouli) .. Its known as the "Chudail Bouli" .. We drove through the same spot .. And reached sanjauli .. Stopped for fuel.. And returned back on the grid towards Main shimla again.. This time .. I was on the wheel .. Everything was good until we rchd the same "st. Bede's bend" ..it was a quite a violent slope.. 10 metres short of the chudail bouli a thought struck me that "anything.. But the car shouldn't stop here".. And within the next two seconds the car broke down on a slope it was standing still with hand breakss down .. And it just stopped.. We were shell shocked.. No one knew what to do.. Thought of callin for help ..No signals on the phone.. All random thoughts @ once in our mind..we'd realised rather accepted that we were to meet the unknown tonight.. Sangay got out of the car.. Rahul didn't move(Lolzz).. We cud feel the chill.. It was way too cold .. (Shimla is generally pleasent during summers).. Looked around .. It was as if someone's staring into our souls..touched the car bonut ..it was cold.. We'd been driving for more than an hour .. Its said that extreme temperatures are experienced where the "presence" of such things are there !.. We mustered up some courage.. Tried moving the car... Didn't .. Suddenly it did.. All ov us quickly got inside..I stepped on the gas crazy... Suddenly we heard Rahul scream.. Saw behind he was half out ov d car . Screaming for help.. "Bhai mujhe koi kheench raha hai .. Bahar .. Mujhe koi kheench raha hai.." We managed to get him in.. We rchd to see if he was ok.. His left ankle had a scratch a .. Realised his socks were perfect so were his jeans..then how could this happen..?? So we concluded that it definitely was an encounter with smtn supernatural...Rahul fell ill for a few days immediately after the incident.. Got well soon though.. Thrz no scar or anything of the wound which was quite deep.. Weird it was !! Cheers ! Do add this

ths incident was experienced by ma maternal aunt. she was married in the year 2000 in kolkata where we belong to. but fr her husband's transfer she had to go along with her husband to Mumbai...
the incident revolves around the flat given by ma uncle's company.
Margdarshan building, anderi east, Chakala, Mumbai-93.

the frst day when they landed, they reached the house and waited for there furnitures to reach. they were very few as the house had its own bed, the things in the kitchen, two shelves, and a big cupboard. except from these, there were a few wierd things in the flat like one empty "mandir" block. one big pendulum wall-clock(which did not work).the flatt also had pictures of hindu gods and goddesses stuck almost everywhere in the flat, what struck in one's mind was these were stuck even on the tube-lights and kitchen.one golden om was painted on the door from whre the entrance was and the wierdest thing was it's verandah. being the ground floor, the varandah had a dense ganden when u look out from it....!!!

the first few days were fine.all that made the heart beat fast was that old clock which neva worked but sometimes dong-ed so in a loud voice that made ma aunt really freaked for a few moments.
they all needed to settle down. now when they opened the box of the bed (the space generally on box-cots that are used to keep things) my aunt felt as if an unnatural air was captured inside it and got free'ed when she opened it.
she ignored.and things went on
but that was the start of it
after a few days, my aunt was alone one day when uncle left for his night duty. at night suddenly she woke up and when she opened her eyes she as if someone ran across the drawing space outside. she ran after that smoky figure but found nothing.
she again avoided but the free-ness of the atmosphere was tightening day by day... most of the times during when she used to be alone at home. she used to feel the presence of someone here or there with her in the house.
after a week to ths, one day when my aunt was having a nap in the afternoon while uncle was out, she felt as if some one caught her from the back and she was suffocated, it was not letting her get up.not to turn around and see who it was.
finally after about 15 mints she could losen herself,she was freaked.she called up ma uncle , he came running from the office and everything became normal.the air,the weird smell and everything was normal.
she spent some time with her husband and it was okay for her. she accepted that it was just her captivated mind which took her over during her dream.
but from just 24hrs later to this ma aunt could always feel, indeed sense a very tall figure sometimes beside her, sometimes behind her and sometimes in the varandah.

she knew something was wrong as she always used to see dreams like a girl is playong a huge piano at her terrace and she suddenly walks back and falls looking at ma aunt. even sometimes she dreamt of a huge graveyard and out of one grave that girl comes out. all this freaked her like hell.but she never said anything much seriously to uncle as she knew he wud be carried away and that cud harm his work.

unless one day a scorpion stung her in the washroom. she was in pain but one thing came into her mind that there are no scorpions found in western india. after a while when her pain was a little less, she thought of going out and complaining the security about it. but as soon as she opened the door she found a paper bag, full of hair, some red colour stuff (probably wat we indians call 'sindoor') and some more things like some flowers. she was shocked like anything.she picked up her face from it and say the back of a lady,open hair torn dress, as if a mad lady who was walking way straight a bitt away from her door. she was frightened lyk anything.she locked back the door and called-up uncle in the office and told about everything she felt all throughout and that she was stung. he said he is leaving and will be there in 15 mints. she sat calmly ultill uncle came back. when he enquired, the security said no one came inside, he knows as he was on-duty the entire day.

After ths incident even ma uncle undrtud the whole thing and left the place. now they stay in a nearby appartment called vineeta. and ths flatt is damn free and she could neva feel anything in this one.
Later when they went to clear their payments to the owner of the old flat. they asked her if something has ever happened there. but she neva wanted to reveal anything.

Our house is on main road but the smaller streets behind our houses have witnessed some incidents bout CHAKWAAS... 
This is one of my uncle's story.......told to me by my aunty.....
Once he was walking thru d streets (near our house) at nite about 8:00 pm while returning home frm wrk...but suddenly he realizd dat he was passing thru d same street again nd agian......he tried to go thru various paths but ended up coming in frnt of d same bunglow in d same street...lukily smthing got in his mind nd he sat on a stone slab, chanted some holy mantras and wen he opened his eyes .......
To his surprise he was sittin on cremation ground ( its a li'l far from our houz in some other area....about 5 km away...) and was walking frm d last 4-5 hours in the same place since the timing was smthin between 12 nd 1......he den got up and ran away to home ....
FEW YEARS BEFORE THE ABOVE INCIDENT
.......my uncle was goin to his home
from work and similar thing happend but at that time after about 2 hours .... But then 2 muslim ladies wearing black burkhaas crossed his road and by god's grace evrything became normal again.......
P.S. My uncle is a follower of godess kali and dosn't get sick by such incidents.....he is very brave in these matters....

THIS INCIDENT TOOK PLACE WID MY MOM NEAR OUR HOUSE.....
Same incidents occured to my mom wen she was returning home frm market at about 9 at nite.....my mom was not getting where she was going...everything became so dark that she could see nothing around har except the road on which she was walking.....she had no other option but walk where the road was taking her.......this happened for about 1 hour.........but suddenly a black dog crossed her way and everything became normal again and she returned home with her B.P. Increased very high.........

Hey guys..I m a MBBS student from kolkata nd kind of experienced something very wierd a year back..
Before my Anatomy practical exms i ws studyin the whole nite lyin on my bed along with all sets of bones..Skull bones especially..My sister asked me to rest a bit and then aftr smetimes i wud just get up and study..So i agreed,switched off my lites nd dozed off to sleep..Just after 15 minutes i heard a sound of some1 banging our door..Me nd my sis were all alone nd thought may b our bro banging our door purposely to scare us both..We kept on shoutin "whos tht",but no reply came from the other end..We thought may b it ws just breeze nd we r just gettin scared uselessly..But suddenly our door got banged again nd this tym it was even more longer and louder..We got shit scared this tym nd dint know wt to do..i somehow managed a lil strength nd took a cricket bat in one hand nd askd my sis to open the door..We opened nd blive me THERE WAS NO 1 OUTSIDE..as we just went out to inspect suddenly we cud feel some1 gettin up our terrace as if some wind or so..Gettin shit scared we knockd my mumma nd papas room..They got out papa kind of went to the terrace searchd the whole thing nd could find no1..Nd the most shocking thing was this tht wen my dad went up to the terrace to look fr some1 toh the door ws olredy closed..We still dont know wht ws the thing till now
wen i entered my room i cud see the skull lookin at me nd i kept on gettin goosebumps seein tht..i kept them all back in the plastic read duas nd all..nd al ham du lilah nothin is botherin us yet aftr that

This incident happened with me last weak.I use to carry my flat keys with me but that day i forgot to carry them with me so in evening i was just waiting for my friend to come from ofic as he was having keys.It was around 7 in the evening i was sitting on small wall in parking.Sudenly a ball from nowhere came near me i was looking for where it came then i saw a small kid 6-7 years old standing behind a pillar.Then he said kaka maro (kaka is word used for chacha in marathi)I kicked that ball with a smile.But that kid showed sm extraordinary reflexes nd grabed that ball just in a flick of second.I was amazed then he kicked that ball again toward me nd said kaka fir se.This time i kicked it hard but nw i saw that he was as fast as a spark.I just started moving then sudenly that kid asked in a sweet voice kaka chocolate i was confused that whats hapenning with me then i put my hand in pocket nd coincidently a tofee was there i ofered him that tofee.He came near toke that from hand nd then i saw his face clearly nd he was having tears in eyes.He just went bk few steps nd get disolved in air.I was like wtf was this.Then i ran toward the guard room nd told every thng to guard on duty.He just started crying nd said it was the spirit of my son nikhil he died 6 mnths ago due to dangue.Nd before dying he was just asking for a chocolate to eat.After hearing all that tears came out of my eyes.May ur soul rest in peace nikhil.

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This is really weird. Me and my friends were at a night stay at my place and we all decided to call a ghost though we were extremely scared. As soon as it stroke 3 we all sat in circle and with the help of google we started to call the ghost. 
Nothing really happened but just the curtain started to move, by this we were so scared that we stopped al this and went to sleep. The same night i had a dream. I saw a girl whose hands were tied and she told me that she died coz of electric shock and was happy in her world but because we called her she was disturbed.
I could see her beating me in my dream. After that I see weird things happening with me till date. I went to a lot of priests but nothing worked. I wrote this coz I want to tell everyone at Don't Call Ghosts. Tit ruined my life.

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I am onkar .. nd this scary thing happened wid my uncle (chacha g)
abt 2 years ago...
That was a summer night.. nd our almost whole family was gathered at our village farm near to Patran city for some celebration...
It was time of abut 10:30 pm......thr was no power so genrator was On Nd suddenly the diesel tank of genrator gone empty so mh uncle took his car to city patran to took diesel with his kid of age 9 years(ziddi type kid) .when ty were retuuring from city aftr takin diesel . On there way back at bye pass road of city a girl with a white top n blue jeans shook hr hand for lift. mh uncle once slowed down.the car but again he acclerated it coz may b he observed the situation.
Just aftr passing that girl uncle looked for her in rear view mirror.... Nd she was still asking for the lift... In the nxt moment that girl started runing aftr the car... Mh unclz observation was correct... In the nxt frcation of second the same girl was hitting the driver window very harldy and was running along with the car at abut speed of 80 to 90 kmh nd ws still asking for lift.... Mh lil bro satrted screaming on watching this whole scene .... Mh uncle controlled himself ..nd acreted the car more .. she was still thr.... Aftr abut 400 meters she lagged behind nd uncle drove directly to farm nd narrated the whole story to our some members of our fmly..... nxt day we got to know from some sources that a accident took place out thr on Byepass road some months ago nd that girl died in that incident .....

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