A scary ghost story P [1]

To get to my house, I have to cross this alley now. I can hear the sound of insects chirping. It's a creepy feeling. I've never been afraid of ghosts. Many times, I've come through this alley at around 2/3 in the morning and bought cigarettes from the street corner shop.

That day, no such fear crossed my mind. I'm walking down the alley. A lit cigarette in my hand. I'm looking at the road from time to time in the light of my mobile phone and humming the song Just then, in the middle of the alley, I suddenly heard someone say, "Excuse me, brother." I turned the light of my mobile phone around.

I looked around but there was no one there. I thought that someone might have said it in one of the houses on either side of the alley. I started walking again. After taking two steps, the call "Excuse me, brother" again, and a small voice rang out from my ear. This time I stood up. I felt a slight fear, but it was not of the ghost, but of the kidnapper.

I thought again that if I ran from here now and it was someone I knew, they would tell everyone about the run and puncture my prestige.



Didn't talk through the throat. Nevertheless, I brought artificial courage in Gambhir's voice "Who?". The answer came to the wreath of the scandal. I have woken up.

The drawer of the drawer. This time I jiggled with some resentment in the voice, or are you talking like a ghost? Answer the scandal. What is the ghost of the scalp? I didn't understand what to say. Where are you thinking of giving me a shouting, while he is just thinking of giving me a scream, he again said that he would pull the sigh of walking in the wandering walk and burst into it.

You can find the ghost of the jerk. You don't get to draw. He used to swallow the slope of the tip of the shore. Fear the hair is swept away? I have heard so long that the hair becomes erect. He said that the loot of the people of the painters was like a lid. The ghost of the ghosts of the ghosts of the tumor is swept away in the creek.

I did not drop the cigarette and gave him a pull. The ghost said like a bit of akuti and said, "Do not dive it on the foot of the painter." Tima is drawing a shaft.

I told you to tell you the truth. I know you are someone I know.

You are doing it with me. I don't believe ghost. He said, "Don't bother." What is the ghost of the ghost? They do not get any kind of adoption on the scandal. What is the cry that I do not have to do in the mud, the masculine breeze? I understand that the ghost is quite intriguing.

I asked what I need to do with me? How can I help you? He replied that the bone bolloo dipped on his drawing and dipped the signing of the walk on his head. Ontto is the fingertips. This way, you will bend in the tip of the scalp. I looked at the cigarette. It's really over. After a while I would really eat.


I dropped my legs and dropped it. Then I said now what is the problem with you? The ghost began to tell his story.


Bhaiya tamara namam upat. In the survivor, the nam of the namma splashed, the mango hugs were hugged. I asked how many days ago have you died? He replied that he would bend some of his lamps. Then he said that he was screaming at the moon.

I was surprised that the ghosts wanted to eat again? The source said, "Don't eat?" On the cheeks of the ghosts, the swimming of the moon, the swimming of the ghosts, wandered into the throat of the ghost. The moon is not shaking, and it is stuck. I just swallowed a little.



I didn't understand what to say. I have no desire to have tea with a ghost this night. I said the festival, you have to wake up all night to drink tea to scare people, but I have no duty to fear any ghost at night. I will sleep at home so I will not drink tea now. You tell me about your problem soon.