Ghost Story

This is a fact that is completely true and I put it in my own words. The matter is more mysterious than ghostly. I am the river. The village home is in Laksam, Comilla. I have been living in Dhaka since childhood. There is not much going on in the village. Dad forcibly took me to his village home once 3 years ago. Laksham is not far from Dhaka, but due to the difficulties of study and class, this short distance sometimes becomes much longer. Anyway, during the summer vacation of the service, my parents and my younger brother Joy left for my grandfather's house. Dad was driving. When we reached Comilla, it was almost the end of the day.

I stopped the car on the road and my mother and I bought tea biscuits from the shop next door and started eating and my father went to pray. While we were having tea in the car, an old man suddenly appeared. We were in the back seat of the car. Joy is sleeping in the front seat. The man came and stood and looked at us for a while. Seeing the look, it was as if it was inside his chest. Cool gaze. Much like a fish. My mother wanted to say something but before that the man said that after a long time you are the real Tora in the village. Real after a long time. Be careful. The road is not good after dusk. A lot of bad things turn up. Be very careful. Be very careful. My mother and I both stopped drinking tea and stared at the man. I was normal before my mother. I have seen a lot of these Batpar people due to being in Dhaka. I said in a hard voice, I'm sorry. The man smiled and said, "I didn't come to ask you for anything, I came to warn you." But if you can on the way, go to Pir's shrine with some Sinni. You will be fine. Saying this, the man left as fast as he came. Mom got a little nervous and said what did the man say? No matter what the conversation. I laughed and tried to normalize the matter. I told my mother not to tell my father anything. I have come after a long time and when my father hears this, he will get worried. However, the father was not informed. We set off again towards the destination. We had to stop again about 20 minutes away from home. Towards the end of Maghrib prayers. Dad went to the mosque. Mom and I sat in the car. Rows of paddy playing beautiful waves can be seen on both sides. Occasionally there is a gust of wind blowing over the fields. Beautiful environment. Peace is seen.

While I was staring at it, I suddenly saw something moving in front of me. The evening has come and the light is almost dim. I did not see the mistake in the eyes or did not understand. This time I fixed my eyes and looked. This time I could see it clearly. In the middle of the paddy field, a crocodile was standing with a torn cotton cloth. It moved a little in front of my eyes. It didn't just move, it seemed as if the place had changed. I was shocked. A voice of surprise came out of his mouth. Mom noticed the matter. He pushed me and said what happened to Kiri? I said can you see a crow there? Mom put on her glasses and said I can see. So what happened? I said in a slightly hesitant voice that the cockatoo had moved a little earlier and walked to another place! My mother looked at me for a while and then said I forbade you so many times, don't make fun of me, even then it was not right? I could not explain the incident to my mother at all. After Dad arrived, we headed home again.

It falls like a big pond in front of the house. I heard from my father that the pond was cut by my great grandfather. Huge deep pond. Lots of coconut trees in front. Paved road. People have nothing to do with car horses. So Dad was driving at a fairly high speed. Joy wakes up in the front seat. Looking forward with deep attention. Suddenly my father became frightened. At the same time, Joy also started shouting. Before we knew it, our car was parked with a coconut tree on the side of the road. Joy is screaming loudly. Dad immediately turned on the lights inside the car to see if everything was OK. Seeing my mother, I realized that she was terribly scared. Dad quickly got out of the car. He went outside and stood on the side of the road looking for someone. I couldn't decide whether to stay in the car or not. I finally decided to get off. I went to my father's side and asked him what happened. Problems with car brakes? Dad looked at me and said a little confused. It was as if a man was running in front of the car. I clearly saw a torn cloth on my body. I turned the nose of the car not to push the man but the last was not saved. The man seems to have eaten Barry with the car. I, my father and mother, all together looked for the car next to the car. At last the father said let's go home. People can be brought from there and searched. Everyone agreed. When I reached home, I was overwhelmed by what I heard.

Many people face such incidents on the banks of the pond nowadays. Many people see a man in the shape of a torn cloth. But after getting off the car, rickshaw or motorcycle, no one can be found. Although no one has been harmed so far, the movement of people on the road at night has been greatly reduced.