Ghost Confessions #1 : My uncle told me this story,his personal experience with his friend ronny One day, Ronny was browsing on the internet, He read a story about a certain suspension bridge that was located close to his home. The website had plenty of pictures of the bridge and the surrounding area. The next time he met my uncle, he told him ab...out the bridge. It was an old suspension bridge that crossed over a deep gorge. 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 mountains 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 gorge 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,Ronny 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 Ronny’s number. “Hello ronny!? 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 Ronny. “meney yeh location google par 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 photos mein.” “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 Ronny 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.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 15:57:19 +0000
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