They all got to see Gene. Flying in the sky. Seeing them, the jinns dropped a bag of sweets. Or they all ate that sweet. All the educational institutions have some very poor polapan. They were also in the madrasa. He was also in the group of those puntas. So they decided to go to that place again in the middle of the night. Then see if the genes really fly there! They stayed there many nights. Light wind is blowing. Mosquito infestation is evident. Some stars are seen in the sky. At that time it was suddenly seen that a group of jinns were flying through the sky. They all got scared. They thought maybe even today a bag of sweets would come down from the sky. But no sweets were found. The gin didn't drop the bag of sweets. Fell a whole human body! One night a man was coming to the corner of that mullah's house. That guy is new to our area. I don't know the market. I don't even know if the market is open so many nights. When Mollah came to the corner of the house, he saw a woman walking with a long veil over her head. He called the woman to ask which side of the market Amma! Which way is the market? The woman has no whole-words. Called again. No sound. After calling for the third time, the woman stood up. When he opened the veil and suddenly looked at the man, the man fainted. He had never seen such a horrible looking person in his life. The flesh of the woman's mouth is rough. Eyes go out.
Such incidents happen a lot in our area. Occasionally. Maybe these things happen in the lives of many but they do not reveal anything for fear. Maybe many horrible things have happened in Erchai without the knowledge of many of us. They are alive among us with those experiences. I am an unbeliever in ghosts. Yet I don't go out alone at night. I still feel as if someone is standing under the cut mango tree and calling me by hand. It still seems that a woman pulls the long veil and walks to the corner of Mollah's house. It still seems that the palm trees at the corner of Mollah's house tremble late at night. It seems that the old woman in the room is looking for fresh blood in the shadow of a hand. Finding fresh blood.
Apnar article pore ki bolbo vaiya nijeo janina because eto sundor sundor herrible story ami kothao pori nai. Apnar article theke onkk herrible story porte pari. Ami olpo ektu vitu aci but seta kono bepar na. Apnar article gulo pore sotti onkk valo lage amar vaiya. Mone hoi j apne mon theke sob kicu likhen sotti to mon thekei likhen na hole eto sundor hoto na. Thanks a lot vaiya