...1st Ghost Story......

I heard this story from one of my friend from India. So today I will be sharing it with everyone. This story take place in Bangladesh..

Please enjoy...

The story:

It is summer. My cousin lives in Khulna. Sister-in-law almost always whispers on the phone to come to Khulna. While studying, we passed Honors together from Dhaka University. My cousin is in another department but he has been in love with my girlfriend for four years, later marriage as a result. Now both of them are in Khulna due to their jobs. Of course I'm not married yet but soon may be trapped.

I took a few days off from the office for my cousin and girlfriend anniversary. I told them on the phone that I was coming to Khulna tomorrow. Let's arrange everything as planned. I thought I would leave at night because it is so hot during day. I told the driver properly, I am leaving for Khulna tonight. After eating food, my mother started giving me proper advice and also gave an amulet. I was surprised to see that. Mom, you are same as before. Does anyone now believe in these amulets? "I don't want anyone to believe but I do" my mother's straight forward answer. You will take it with you to Khulna. What else to do? As usual, I took it with me.

The clock strikes nine o'clock at night. I have come a long way from the noise of Dhaka city. This long drive on a full moon night is quite romantic. I sat in the driver's side seat. There was no one in the whole car except me and the driver. Sometimes I am talking to someone and the car is running at a speed of one hundred to one hundred and twenty.

After a while, the driver took out a CD of a song and started playing it,at that time the phone rang. It was my younger sister "Hello Juthi" answered her call. "Brother, how far are you now, there is no problem to go alone?" said Juthi. My answer is " no tension, I'll call when I get there." I left the phone. As soon as I kept the phone, I started to have strange feelings about life. The sound a car show of running life seemed like Nachiketa's song - night goes by, call goes by.(song)-"The leaves of the eyes seem to be floating. The car is running by show, and the moon is spreading." At about eleven o'clock at night, Kader said(the driver), "Sir, we will cross by ferry now." After paying the bills, we got on the ferry. After a while, the ferry filled up and turned around.Then on the middle of the river. In the moonlight night of Jasna(a night with full moon)0, the water of this river seemed to spread its beauty. Kader said, "Sir, you see how beautiful the moon and the waves of the river look."

We crossed the river with the ferry. Our car has started running on the highway again. The headlights of a couple of cars can be seen in the distance. My eyes look so numb,I leaned on the car and closed eyes. After some distance, Kader suddenly press the brakes of his car in such a way that it was as if the whole car was about to overturn. "What is this, I think I saw something?" thinking Kader. Kader shouted "Sir this is my fault, sorry." I slowly looked in front of the car and saw a twenty to twenty two year old girl standing with a baby in her lap. One o'clock at night the girl is wearing a white sari(usually Indian,Bangladeshi wears). Part of her territory is rolling with the soil. The hair is messy and the eyes are wet with tears. I opened the car door and went downstairs and said- "what's the matter, why did you suddenly come in front of my car with a baby in your lap?" The girl said in a tearful voice, "Sir, save me." continued "My husband will either kill me and my baby. I have run away from home . In front is my father's house. Please take me a to your car." I said, "look you have to get away from the way. I can't take you in the car." As soon as I said this, the girl took the baby in her arms with one hand and hugged my legs with the other. Kader said from the side- "Sir, the back of our car is empty. We either help her out of this danger and in front is his father's house,we'll drop her off there." Hearing this, I told the girl to get in the car. The girl took the baby in her arms and sat up.

Our car kept going for a while. In the meantime, Kader never looked back. Suddenly it seemed that the girl wanted to get off after a while. I tried to look in the car mirror to see what the condition of the girl was. But nothing can be seen inside the mirror. I looked in the mirror a little clearly, I saw two red eyes. After a while I saw the girl holding the baby in her lap with her head down. I started sweating. This time I saw the girl grabbed the child's legs with both hands and started pulling. The girl's red eyes and strange look didn't mean that she was horrible. Kader is driving away in his own mind. What a horror he is. The girl has started eating the flesh on the side of the baby's head. Blood is dripping from his face. The girl I see it in the mirror has not noticed yet. I kept thinking that if anyone sees this scene now, an accident will happen. I can't think what to do. This time I look in the mirror. Suddenly her red eyes fell inside the mirror. She looks at me with a look of blood-stained saliva.

I scream and woke up from my sleep,I was full in sweat and Kader was scare by how I screamed. I look around and at the mirror ,I notice that it was luckily just a dream!

...Ghost Story 2...

My house is next to Kirtankhola river in Barisal district. People from village to village have been saying that I am not afraid of ghosts since childhood. I have heard from many people that if you walk past the kirtankhola(a river) in the evening, you can see the unseen. I never believed that. One day I went to Seba's uncle's house for a job. I saw uncle went on a motor boat and gave me ride.

It was evening on the way home. Seeing that my uncle was working in the village, he dropped me off quite a distance from home. He asked if there would be a problem and I said no. I said goodbye to my uncle and started walking home. It's getting late very soon the darkness of the night will cover all around.

I have no torch light but my home is not a long way. 15 minutes on the way to Baka (a place name) and if you go straight by road, it will take 25-30 minutes because England had a game with Bangladesh in TV. So to save time, I took a short walk along the Baka road.

Everyone seems to be watching the game of Bangladesh. I didn't see anyone on the way. After walking for about 4-5 minutes, something fell on my side. I forgot to mention, the short road is through a little jungle type area. Insects sound can be heard all around. As soon as I heard the sound, I stopped. I stood in silence for 20 seconds. I tried to listen to what was the sound. But no more words. I am stubborn, I slowly stepped forward towards the bushes. Many people may think that I am lying but brother I was really very brave.I beat 2 thieves together in the middle of the night with one hand. Fear is very low anyway, I stood by the bushes and throwing some waste(hope understand).I saw a woman in a white dress leaning on something. It looks like a four-legged animal. It's going to be dark. The vision is not clear.

There was a squeaking sound from the woman's side. The sound of breaking bones came to my ears. What are you eating with grumbling. I couldn't stand it anymore. I shouted loudly, "Who are you?" Where are you from? Immediately the woman turned to me. As soon as I saw her face, it seemed that my heart jumped to my throat. I kept myself standing with great difficulty. The woman's age was unknown, but her white hair, white clothes, and blood on her face, as well as the carcass of a medium-sized cow lying in front of her, did not help.

Then I just remember that I said " La ilaha illallah and Allahu Akbar" (a prayer) a few times before losing consciousness. The woman left the dead cow in the blink of an eye and came towards me. I don't remember anything after that.

After regaining consciousness, I discovered myself in our backyard. In front are all the elders of the area. I heard from them that on the way back at night, Uncle Rahmat Ali saw me next to our house. Then he brought me home with the help of more people.

Surprisingly, the carcass of a half-eaten cow was found a little away from me that day. The rest of the cow's body was found but not from head to toe.

Since that day I became a fearful boy and never went to that forest again ...

...Ghost Story 3...

Man is the best creature of creation, but not all human works are the best. There have been many people who have enlightened the world, and there have been people who have tarnished the world by their deeds and actions. Fortunately, their numbers are not very high. Among the people whose deeds have tarnished humanity are men as well as women. And such a woman is Ilch Koch. This woman was so disgusting that she was referred to as the witch of Buchen World. Ilch Koch was one of the worst murderers. She killed prisoners in prisons and preserved their limbs. Ilch Koch was born on September 22, 1908, in Dresden, Germany. Her father was a factory worker. She was always a smiling girl in her childhood. She joined the Nazi Party in 1932 when Germany took part in World War I. The coach's husband's name was Carl Otto. Who was a prison guard by profession. The coach himself was a super visor of the camp. In 1938 he joined a camp in Berlin as a supervisor and security guard.

In 1936 she married Carl Otto. In 1940, Koch established an indoor sports center. So far the coach has had a good time and the stories after that are just about the dark world. When the coach was the supervisor of the camp, he got into a heartbreaking and ruthless game. Whenever a new prisoner was brought to the camp in charge of the coach, he would examine and watch the prisoners carefully.The coach saw that all the prisoners had tattoos on their bodies and those with good skin color were kept separate. After that, at one time, coach Mete used to get into a demonic intoxication. He would brutally kill all the prisoners he saw with tattoos on their bodies and remove their skins from their bodies, then save these colorful skins for him.

He also killed the captives with beautiful skin and preserved their limbs. However, his favorite hobby was to kill beautiful skinned prisoners and make unique things including cushion covers, side lamps and pillow covers with the skin of their bodies. He made pillow covers, bed sheets, table cloths, cushion covers, etc. from the skins of these prisoners.

The coach herself was in charge of the camp supervisor and her husband was also in charge of the same camp so she could easily do these heinous things. The infamous woman was arrested on August 24, 1943 after a long period of brutality. But no evidence of her brutal murder was found then.

As a result, the coach was released from prison for lack of proper evidence but her husband was found guilty and sentenced to life in prison. After getting out of jail, the coach went to the city of Ludwigberg. While living there, he was recaptured by US troops on June 30, 1945. After his re-arrest, the coach was brought to justice again.

During the second trial, his misdeeds began to be published. He confesses to his many heartbreaking stories. Police raided and recovered various items made of human skin. On June 30, 1948, the court sentenced Koch to life imprisonment but Roach committed suicide with a rope around his neck on September 1, 1966, while in prison, out of pride and disgust for life. And this is how the witch of the vampire Buchenworld left the world.