My Life Story

The fear of demons has never been a burden to find such people. On the night of the full moon or the new moon, when we return from the market, we all hear more or less the story of a ghost dying. As a child, I was fascinated by ghosts. As a kid, I used to hear a lot of ghost stories from my grandparents. I have also heard it from many people. I never disbelieved when I heard these stories. I thought everything was true. I have heard many incidents from other acquaintances. I will tell some of those incidents. Except for one incident, all the other incidents have taken place in our area.

It's about two in the morning. The roar of the clouds in the sky. Lightning strikes occasionally. When lightning strikes, the surroundings are illuminated for a while. Madan Sikder went somewhere far away for some reason. So it took so many nights to return. There is a tall palm tree next to where the road in front of our house takes a turn. The name of the place is Molla Bari Mor. The place surrounded by mahogany trees and mango trees in a scattering of palm trees and bushes used to look terrible during the day. Madan Sikder Mollah came to the corner of the house and suddenly stopped. After being silent for a while, he realized that the palm tree in front was shaking. Trembling. Realizing something, he did not look at the head of the tree. When he stepped towards the house again, the palm tree started shaking violently. Suddenly someone urinates on Madan Sikder. Madan Sikder's body got wet with the strange smelling urine. Madan Sikder ran home without any further delay. After coming home, he noticed that his body was completely dry. Not wet at all.

Such incidents used to happen from time to time at the corner of that mullah's house. A little before that turn of Mollah's house there was a big mango tree on the left side of the road. Ya used to hold big mangoes in that tree. When I went to pick mangoes in the fall of the month of Ashar, sometimes big mangoes would fall on my head and many people would become unconscious. One day he gave me a school holiday. I was then in class two. I am returning home to play with a twig in my hand. At that time I heard the scream of a young woman and ran towards the mango tree. I went and saw that big sister was looking here and there with wide eyes. Since I was the first to go there after he shouted, he pointed at me and told me to look at the tree branch. I looked at the tree. And what I saw and saw will be remembered until my death. I saw a girl hanging from a tree. The head is slightly bent. Saliva is falling from the mouth. So far more people have come. I almost fainted by then. In fact, the incident was very scary for me at that age. The body was hanging from the tree all day that day. No one came down. People came from far and wide to see the hanging bodies that day. I was terrified.

The fact of the matter is that after the death of that girl, various fears of the people started. Many in the area see the dead girl wandering around the tree many nights. When someone walks down the street, he gestures with his hand. A few days later, the tree was cut down at the initiative of the elders of the area. One of my friends is Rajiv. The boy from our area. He and his uncle Mama Sabuj were going to his aunt's house one night. If you want to go to his aunt's house, you have to go through the corner of that mullah's house. Torch light in green hands. Mama-nephew is coming to tell the story. At that time they saw something coming towards them slowly from the front. Light humming with the mouth. They thought it might be something crazy. They also moved forward. When that thing passed them, it was as if the smell of raw fish was all around. When Sabuj looked back with a little courage, he saw a live fish chewing. They saw nothing but two equal teeth and the fish. They got scared. And he walked straight without delay.

Rajib's father was young then. One day the friends planned to steal the goat. According to the plan, a goat was stolen. There is a huge bill next to our area. Name- Kothabari. There is a vita in the middle of the house. No one has lived in that Vita for hundreds of years. However, we have heard in public that there used to be an old woman here. That is why the name of that Vita is Buri Vita. The old woman's house is full of jungle and big trees. No one goes there even during the day. Rajeev's father and his friends decided that since no one would ever go there, the place would be suitable for slaughtering goats. The goat will be slaughtered and eaten there. Many nights they came with the goat to the old woman's house. When slaughtering a goat, a hole was made so that the blood of the goat would not be scattered here and there. They put the goat's neck on the hole and started slaughtering the goat. And to his surprise he noticed the shadow of a hand on the hole. The blood is falling on the shadow of that hand without falling into the hole. And it sounds like someone is sucking blood and eating it.

Two brothers from the area. At night he was coming with the house bill. He came near the old woman's vita and saw that someone's janaza prayers were being offered in the old woman's vita. They also participated in the janaza prayers. After the prayers, the body was buried in the old woman's house. They also cooperated in burying the body. Then he came home and fell asleep. I woke up in the morning and wanted to know who died in the area? Everyone said where! No one died. They became anxious. So whose janaza did they read last night? Who was buried? He ran away with the people in the old woman's house. I went and saw that there was no grave there. The story of a lord of the area. When She was studying in a madrasa, one of their teachers used to tell them stories of empty genes. Or the genes have a good relationship with that teacher. They used to blow up the words of that teacher thinking it was a Gazakh story. So one day the teacher took them to an uninhabited place behind the madrasa to show evidence. Late at night. After waiting a long time