Re-telling a tale.

He was searching the way to hotel when he called out a rickshaw puller to take him to the hotel and the rickshaw puller nodded and let him sit with his luggage, there he started having a conversation about the place, things and the surrounding which was almost barren and desolate til he could figure out where he was exactly, he found himself in a graveyard, holding his breath almost sweating seeing the pitch darkness and a reddened sky reflecting bloodshot stars, he ran as fast as he could to escape, he still don’t know from what. En route he found a man to whom he asked about the rickshaw puller who was carrying him to his hotel but vanished all of a sudden, even he wasn’t sure about how did he land to the graveyard nearby.

‘Be careful man, these rickshaw pullers are none other than the ghosts fooling people and sending them to the place of their death. DO NOT TRUST ANYONE HERE. Take that way and you’ll be on road again’ and the man vanished all of a sudden, his state was pathetic still he took a chance and moved on as told.

At the end about an hour of walking, he found the road and walking a considerable distance he found the hotel finally, asked for his friend and the room no. to his relief he found that his friend had reached safely. He just went to 1st floor to search for Room no. 106 and then to his room. The door was opened and he saw his friend facing the mirror, he was admiring something in front of the mirror not to disturb him, he just put his bags in, closed the door and sat on the sofa till he yelled out loud, a scream that almost had his lungs out.

He saw his friend turned around in big long hairs, almost grey in between, a scary face with wounds all around and red eyes which were staring him and he just get out of the room to find the manager where he found that there was no manager in the first place – in a second that hotel disappeared and that same graveyard appeared, he found himself standing on a grave which was making a sort of commotion there inside – he just ran as far as he could when he met the same man.

‘What’s all this ? Where am I ? Who are you ? Please let me go home’ he begged to the same man who cautioned him DO NOT TRUST ANYONE HERE.

Till today his essence is missing, few people found him wandering as the rickshaw puller carrying the humans to the world of immortals.

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And when i asked him,’ Was that true story ? or just a creation of your mind ? till our bus get ready to take us back to our hotel. He said nothing and left it to us to figure out. He was our tour guide while we (the entire class) all were on Himachal Pradesh trip, it was an awesome experience to listen to a story amid Mountains – Mountains are in itself mysteries which you can hardly solve and don’t you even dare to because you never know when will you become a mystery yourself.

P.S : I added few things to scare you even more, do let me know if i managed to scare you. I don’t mind scaring you more in subsequent stories 😀

– Story Time (Compiled and Created By : Shalini Sharrma )