Novel & Cerita Indian Ghosts Stories

Hexa replied to her thoughts. “Hmm?” Mrtyu was puzzled out, “Did I speak out my thoughts? How did he hear me?” Hexa chuckled and continued to watch her by supporting his chin on his tangled fingers over the table. She asked him, “Aren’t you eating?” Hexa nodded his head in no and Mrtyu remarked to herself, “Oh my mistake, I forgot the fact that you are a ghost. You can’t eat.” Hexa stared at her with warning eyes for addressing him as a ghost. “To call a ghost a ghost is a sin?” Mrtyu said not knowing that she have crossed all her limits set by Hexa.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

she asked. "You really don't realise the gravity of the punishment, do you?" Pavani asked her. Sahithi nodded looking puzzled. "The Fort is a death trap. Anyone sent there never returns." "Did anyone ask why?" "It is said that The Fort is haunted by ghosts and cruel beasts." Sahithi snorted. "Beasts can be killed." "What about ghosts?" "They too can be chased away." "These are the strongest ones. No one has been able to tame them." "Then why are they confined to a single place if they are so powerful?"

I started the journey, I walked for two hours, and I wasn’t scared as I had my sword, my backpack and myself. I got to the river. I was thinking of sleeping there but then I started hearing voices and it seemed like the cold night river. I have heard about that river and how it can be. It is a place where spirits roam but it is famous for the Tell Tale spirit. The Tell-Tale spirit is a spirit that appears to tell you your future and it is always bad, it rarely comes out though, it has been disregarded as one of those old stories. I turned around to get away from the river and then it became extremely foggy all of a sudden and cold too, fear gripped me immediately and I knew I was in for it.

“I am told to warn you all to beware about whatever you may see or hear. But if your heart is true, you won’t be affected by the Spirits of the Ancestors.” “Are they serious?” Monster asked. “This sounds like some horror movie. I mean is a huge Jason like Indian gonna come at us with a mask and a machete—” Crow started to laugh as he stared at his buddy. “Damn man, come on!” Breed shook his head. “I doubt that but I’m just warning you guys, don’t freak out ok?” Monster shivered. “Hey, I just don’t like the sound of this. Why do we gotta have Indian spirits messing around here?”

"That is because I am only half ghost meaning I'm not dead. I have narcolepsy so this happens whenever I'm asleep which is majority of the day." Cai Kang realized something and his expression darkened. "Wait a sec. I heard of an interesting story when I was traveling. There is an old story in the Yamaxun tribe that around twenty women who are sexually inactive suddenly woke up pregnant one night and they all claim that a ghost did this to them." The pair stared at the ghost who had a sorta guilty sorta nervous expression on his face. Kurai and Cai Kang are appearing very angry at him with the urge to kill. "That's you, isn't it?"

Maybe, just maybe, the ghost is afraid of playing with my body deodorant. That was the only explanation I can come up with, unfortunately… THE END ++++++++++++++ Well, that was a very different and unique way of dealing with malevolent spirits. In India too, no less… Now that I think about it, I’ve not heard of any case like this one. Nevertheless, I hope you have enjoyed it, dear reader. Even possibly learned from it, as well. So now I bid you goodnight and hope to see you again soon here at the Supernatural Spa. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying… Fare thee well!

" I remembered staring down the dog I have never seen standing in front of your apartment. I remembered that I love lying down on this couch. I remembered the direction of your room even though I am not sure I have been there. I am sure that if I think deeper I will remember how your foodstuffs in your cabinets are arranged, I don't even know how I know that you have cabinets. You have to tell me why I know these things before I go insane. " Maisie sat close to Zach. " if I do tell you about it, you would think that I am crazy. " Zach froze at that. " that is my nickname for you isn't it. " Zach asked as Maisie released another gasp in shock. " It was. " Maisie said softly. " before you left

"Once upon a time, this forest was inhabited by an old man who always carried an ax. Because he was old, his eyesight and hearing were disturbed. One day, there was a woman who bathed in the river. The man thought that the woman was a fox demon disguised as a woman. He swung the ship around the woman's neck and plaaakkk ....! he cut her head off!" They fell silent, feeling a cold wind blowing at the base of their necks. Although most of them said they were not afraid of the stories Nicholas told. But there was still a strange atmosphere they could feel. "Do ... do ghosts really exist?" asked Alexei who only heard the story, his face already white. "The ghost doesn't exist!" the rational Matt

Zamin nodded at her question, and she carried on. "So? It's not necessary that they were in the same batch. Even if they were, there could be so many people in that batch," Zamin reasoned, not finding the connection. "Chachu and Khala know each other. I overheard them talking. Khala was asking Chachu when he started drinking tea, and Chachu was asking Khala about becoming a doctor. It seemed like they know each other well," Madiha recounted what she had witnessed earlier that evening, her mind racing through various scenarios until she had settled on the conclusion that Iman might be the girl Dabir loved.