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Welcome to my blog site "THE HORRIBLE GHOST". We can see everything what happens before our eyes. But we don’t know there are some mystery what we can’t see in our open eyes, but can feel. This is one type of abstract evilly strength. Most of the people indicate it as superstition. But a man who face such kind of situation, he believes it. Most of the incidences happened in Bangladesh. The stories of this blogsite are mostly collected from a popular radio program of Bangladeshi favorite radio station "RADIO FOORTI 88.0". Thank you RADIO FOORTI. I published those stories which really happened in Bangladesh. Hope all the viewers will be enjoyed. You are earnestly requested to share your personal horrible incidence if you face in your life. Just mail me at syedkamrulhasan@yahoo.com. I will try to publish it with your name and address. So don’t forget to write about your address. Stay & enjoy with THE HORRIBLE GHOST. Thank you for visiting my site.

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Thursday, May 19, 2011

Horrible Journey

By Admin
This accident happened with me when I was only 19 years old. I was in 12th level in some college. We had a long vacation during H.S.C exam of our senior batch.... I was feeling board, because I didn’t go anywhere for a long time. So my father offered me to go to Khulna at one of my Maternal Uncle’s house.I was frisky. Because after long time I got a chance to go outside for some days. I arranged my baggage as early I could do. My father bought me a ticket. I requested him to go with me. But he told me,” Now you are growing up. You should go outside yourself,” It was 11.00 pm when I reached at the bus stop. I checked and took my seat which was in window side.
Few minutes later, the bus filled up with passengers. But the seat beside me, was empty. We had to wait for that passenger, because he didn’t come then. After 10 minutes, a fat and tall man got on the bus. The Bus Contractor was shouting at him. Then I realized that this was the man who would seat beside me. The bus started to run. We had a great conversation during the journey. His name was Anwar, lived in Muradpur and was going to Dhaka for his business.  He asked me where I lived in, where was I going, what did I do etc. four hours later, the bus stopped at rastaurent to take break. We got down, fresh ourselves and had some food. After taing meal, we all got up and wait for restart. All were there except Anwar. The contractor became angry again, because he was late every time. I was too tired that I didn’t know when I got sleep. Few minutes later, I felt that the bus was running. My sleep grew deep. After some while, I felt a touch on my shoulder. It was moving here and there. I heard a little windy sound in the same time. Suddenly I woke up, because I felt someone slept forcedly in my shoulder. I found nothing. But when I looked at aboard my seat to see that Anwar was there or not, I was frightened. I saw a strange person looked at me with his burning eye. His eye was getting redder. Oh god! It was not Anwar! I screamed and tried to call other passenger. But no sound was coming out from my mouth. I was speechless. All the passengers came after hearing my scream. They asked me why I was screaming. I noticed at my aboard seat. And told them that it was not Anwar. But it was a strange matter that when I noticed the other people. I saw Anwar looked at me with puzzle. I could not explain them the whole story. Because I knew that nobody would believe me. Can you tell me what that red eyed man was….? 
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