#814 This is real horror story about old bridge bridge cross railway line at suryakond in mazgoan docyard. My uncle told me this story,his personal experience with his friend shakeel One day, shakeel was told my uncle that He heard a story about this bridge that was located at suryakond in mazgoan docyard. The next time he met my uncle, he told him about the bridge. It was is an old suspension bridge that crossed over a deep harbour railways. For some unknown reason, it was known as a spot that was notorious for suicides. Every year, at least 5 or 10 people would throw themselves off the bridge and died. Nobody could explain why. They said that the spot was haunted by the ghosts(bhootan da dera) of all the people who had committed suicide there. When my uncle went home that evening, he decided that he had to check out the bridge. He desperately wanted to see a ghost. So, that very night, he set out for the where the bridge was located. It took him about half an hour to get there. It was almost midnight, when he arrived at the bridge and there was not a single person around. It was dark and deathly quiet. The atmosphere was so spooky and ominous that it sent a chill down his spine. “chutiya bnate hai log aese hi is bare me bol kar” he muttered to himself as he cautiously walked to the edge of the bridge and peered down into its depths. He began thinking about all of the people who had thrown themselves down into the inky blackness. It was so fascinating that he felt forced to tell his friend, shakeel about it, so he pulled out his cell phone to call him. However, since he was high up in the mountains, he couldn’t get any reception. Looking around, my uncle noticed a phone booth standing nearby. He went inside, put some coins in the slot and dialled shakeels number. “Hello shakeel? guess mar me kahan hoon” he said. “me usi bridge par hoo jis k bare me tuney mujhe btaya tha,awesome view hai bhai,tu b aja,simar ko b le ayiyo” “kyu nai” replied shakeel. “meney yeh location dekhi hai,Wait kar a rha hoon… Waise tu phone kahan se kar rha hai?” my uncle laughed. “Oh, mere phone par range nai thi toh me payphone se kar rha hoo…” His friend was confused. “Payphone? abey wahan toh aesa kuch b nahi hai,nai toh mere ko dikh jata. “abey kya bol rha hai,yahan par ek hai raste mein. “bridge enter karte huye side me hai… abey jaldi a,mujhe jana padega,bahar logon ki line lagi huyi hai phone k liye.” As soon as he said this shakeel shouted, “No! abey hiliyo b mat wahan se,tere ko meri kasam,mujhe woh location pta hai,me bs adhe gante me aya,plz bhai wahan se nikalna mat,na hi phone rakhna,jo b ho,hilna mat” “hua kya?” “bs promise kar,wahan se hiliyo b mat,me abhi a rha hoon,ek inch b mat hilna,koi kuch bole toh b kuch na kehna” When his friend hung up, my uncle felt a wave of fear envelop him. Usne phone nahi rakha,wahin khada raha,bahar dekha toh log usko goor rahe the. The look in their eyes sent a shiver down his spine. Half and hour later, when Ronny arrived at the suspension bridge, he found his friend standing at the very edge of the bridge. He was holding his cell phone against his ear.He had no clue what he is doing. There was no phone booth and no line of people waiting to use the phone. If he had moved an inch, he would have fallen off the edge and died.. believe it or not.it happened. Us k bad woh kabhi us taraf nahi gye. Admin: Dear confessor I have read this confession on Ghost Stories Confessions page, so kindly dont create any fake stories just by changing the location to mazgaon in the confession. :).
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 11:51:13 +0000