I need a horror story
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Answer-'THE HORRIFYING DREAM I HAD'
Dreams are the by-products of our inert mind.. They may be sometimes pleasant and sometimes so terrifying that they can be regarded as NIGHTMARES and you wake up shrieking.
Last night, while I was watching a T.V. serial, 'Fear Files', I dozed off. I had an unpleasant sort of a dream.
I had gone for shooting of a movie as I was the only one whom the director had given the main role. We were in a famous old 'Chiitorgarh Fort' of Rajasthan. I was wearing the dress of a Queen with many jewels. As it was evening, so the director decided to continue to shot the next day and return to the hotel where we all were staying.
But I was so inquisitive and curious that I wanted to explore the fort. I was unaware of the fact that it was supposed to be haunted as the ghosts roamed about there at night. As a result, I went into the fort and everybody went back leaving me alone.
Though it was pitch dark at night, yet I wished to continue my exploration. I saw many beautiful paintings, portraits, weapons, thrones, etc. I was really fascinated by them. Then I went into the garden where there were many trees.
Suddenly, I heard someone calling the name of old Queen 'Rani Ratnavati'. I thought of looking back as an eerie sensation ran down my spine and saw that it was a ghost with a crooked nose and it was wearing a plain white-coloured dress.
Meanwhile my friends became worried of me and tried to call and contact me but the signals couldn't reach me. I ran as fast as I could but my costume didn't let me do so. So, I fell down on the ground and screamed so loudly as the ghost was going to pounce upon me.
Immediately, my grandmother woke me up and told me that I had disturbed her because of my screams in my dream. But thank God, it was only a night terror and a horrifying dream lest the ghost should have eaten me.
Now, I've thought of not watching any scary T.V. show otherwise its result would be as of gruesome and petrifying nightmares.
However, I remember a story by my English teacher in class 10. She hails from Himachal Pradesh, India. Place with high mountains, and behind those humongous bed of earth hide ghosts, or so they say. So the story goes like -
A man called X was waiting at a bus stop. Sun had set long back and it was raining hard. He was all alone. Suddenly, instead of a bus horn, he hears a bicycle bell. Tring-tring. He sees a man cycling down the path towards him. The cycle man stops at the bus stop and asks for a certain address, says he is lost in the dark. X finds him friendly, and they strike up a conversation. He asks him why is he waiting here, so late at night? Especially when he knows it is not safe in the mountains. Places are known to be spooked. X rubbished everything, saying he doesn’t believe such stories. The cycle man laughed and offered him an orange. X wondered how orange, a winter fruit was available during summers? He felt something strange. But the cycle was already gone.
It then stuck to X. The feet. The fingers of his feet pointed backwards! He threw the orange there and ran for his life.
I’m not sure if this had the same effect as it had on us. 50 students, sitting still with their shivers too scared to run down the spine. It was around 1.30 pm, but it felt as lights had gone dark.
Also, I have penned down one too. Lind below!