Question

a gud ghost story plz for my sample paper

Answer 1

She walked towards the basement door. As she opened it, she found dead bodies. They were rotting. The smell was pungent. It all looked eerie. She heard a shriek. It was enough to make the chills run in her spine. She gathered all the courage she had and motioned towards the chair where the shriek came from. She heard someone singing Hotel California now. It was horrifying. She pulled the chair to see if someone is sitting on it or not. There was nothing. But it didn't calm her, in fact, she felt more terrified. She ran to get out of the door. She ran. There she was, standing out of the door. She heard creaking sound as if someone was coming down the stairs to the basement. She hid behind the flower vase. The physique of the girl seemed relatable. The girl stood in front of the door of the basement. The girl was astound. It was she. She was standing at the basement door and she was hiding behind the flower vase. She followed the girl stealthily. It seemed Deja Vu is at it's best. The girl was doing everything she just did. She followed her and she saw, a knife in the belly of that girl. She died. She was not she anymore. She was a ghost. She is a ghost.

EmoLord.

Answer 2

The lost relative

It was a moonlit night. Karthik was sitting on his arm chair and was watching the aesthetic Beauty of the clear sky . As soon as there was a banging sound, Karthik was astonished. Karthik was an eminent officer of a police station in Kolkata.
He had come for a few days to Palashdanga for a change and so far he had loved the simple but beautiful life at the delightful village. Nonetheless all good things must come to an end. The house that Karthik was staying at for a few days was overrun by ghosts. The house had a Macrabe series of murders. It was a seventeenth century gloomy British Manor , and the owner had been away on a trip. Karthik did not know about the Shady history of the house. The manor was on a cliff overlooking the sea. The first night spent in the house was a restless one. No sooner had he slept than he had nightmares. He saw his own dead father and his relatives torturing him in his gruesome dreams. The second night wasn't any better. The environment provided for the ghost's arrival. A slow windy breeze with the rustling of leaves and the unnatural howling of dogs made the environment eerie. The environment was very spooky. But Karthik was unsuspecting of any such supernatural presence in the house. Karthik was a modern man and did not believe in common everyday superstitions or supernatural beliefs .Evidently he was not scared when he heard the sound of someone jumping from a boundary wall. He thought it was probably some burglar who had come to steal from the property, having dealt with burglars on an everyday basis. Little did he know that burglars themselves were scared to enter the house, even in broad daylight. He decided that he would probably not require the revolver and settled for his baton instead. Suddenly, the lights in the house got switched off. Karthik thought that it was probably a power cut. He could hear the slow thump thump of someone's arrival. No sooner had Karthik discarded his baton in favour of a revolver and aimed it at the door, when there was an air splitting shriek. He could see a pale man-shaped curtain of mist that hovered over the dark floor. It's head seemed oddly skewed as if broken at the neck. Karthik fainted. The man hovering before him was his dead father.

How's that for a story ,eh?
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