Ghost story

I heard the story from my grandfather.

I am saying exactly as my grandfather used to say. '

It is good to say that my grandfather used to work in the railways. Grandpa would not get leave without any special work. Anyway let’s get back to the story. The time was 1989 when Dada came home on holiday. It was winter and the arrival of the winter king was in December.

It was about 3:30 pm when it was time to sow the seeds of the crop and many of them would stay up at night. So my grandfather thought let's just go fishing without wasting time, (even though my grandfather was not a professional fisherman) so whatever you think, it works On the bank of the canal in front of our house, there was usually no torch or coupe to light the lamp in my grandfather's hand. On the way we met a man named Yakub Ali from the house next to ours, he had a torch in his hand so he addressed his grandfather and said come with me. When Dada was about to say something, the man gestured not to say anything. Grandpa then followed him, Grandpa said brother where are you coming from? Then he looked at Dada with a fiery look, Dada did not dare to say anything else. Silently following him, Dada is said to have been buried in a large garden on the bank of the canal where he was heading, or in ancient times when a small child died and was buried, or buried by someone who died of poisoning or suicide. Would be done. So they were going in the same direction. There was a small village before that forest or that is why there is an abandoned hut there. As Dada and the man passed by the cottage, Dada noticed a woman in white clothes, aged 60 to 65, gesturing to Dada to leave. But Dada fell into a kind of fascination then, even though he wanted to, his body was not under his control. So he failed to escape, and when they crossed the graves he saw some foxes running wildly. Dada almost went to the bank of the canal to follow the man. Then an idea came to my grandfather's mind, he took out a match and a cigarette from his shirt pocket and quickly lit it. Then he saw that the man in front of him had gone a long way, and then he saw that the real face of the man, according to his grandfather's description, looked like a few animals. The jaws were crocodile-like (crocodile) eyes were huge nails were very large from the bottom of the abdomen a little curved feet below the knees were like a buffalo and had a long tail like a horse and the whole body was slippery like a fish. Normally it was three times bigger than my grandfather. When Dada lit a cigarette, he jumped into the canal and looked at Dada angrily. Dada was terrified and started reciting Ayatul Kursi. There was no result at all, the cigarette was almost in a state of nivu nivu just then the azhan was recited in the mosque and the figure quickly fled. Before leaving, tell your grandfather that you are lucky that you survived for today. Then Dada doesn't remember anything anymore, Dada becomes senses. Grandpa had a fever for more than a week. From then on, Dada would not stay out much longer.

Forgive me if I made a mistake, and that was the first story I wrote. I have many more stories, I will present them if you are encouraged. Thank you.