I, who strongly opposed the existence of any paranormal things, Present you a real horror story, and the secret place where ghosts live(you can actually go there and find out couple of them if you are adventurous enough).
I never believed or might even hated the concepts of super natural powers, I as a knight of logic and atheism, held the charisma, to make people believe that everything (except the randomness of this universe) is logical and can be explained by science. But . . .
One day I was driving back to my home from a friends place across the mountains. Curvy roads of the mountain itself were horror yet someone made a graveyard along the road at some curve. That curve was infamous for the things which I denied to believe on. It was a chilly night I had couple of sips of beer(enough sober to solve a math equation), late night, around 12:30 or something, humming my favorite song i was driving at full speed. And when i was about to reach that curve, a women in white sari flying in the air came towards me and possessed me. I was numb couldn’t see anything couldn’t feel anything, thunder storm like sound penetrating through my ears and my hand just jammed on throttle. I was shitting bricks and was about to die. Then i remembered some prophecies and as a last shot, murmured these. A great thank to the creator of all, it worked, that evil soul released me. I was conscious back again and controlled my bike. I kept driving for another mile and then stopped, I was so scared that when I stooped the bike I forgot to touch the ground and dropped like a stone. I sat there for like 15 minutes and tried to recollect myself. But this was not the end.
As stupid as I could be, I decided to stay with my beliefs and gathered all my shit together and drove back to the place to check what happened with me back there. I went there inspected everything and realized . . .
IT WAS A MOTHER F**KING CO*K SUCKING WHOLE SALE SIZE WHITE POLYTHENE.
Yes, a large plastic bag, that’s all it was.
That’s true ghosts are real, and the secret place they live in is, your brain. If you are adventurous enough you can actually go there and find some of them. Like i did.
I’m afraid what would have happened if i hadn’t returned back to the place? I would believe in that shit for rest of my life and make at least a thousand people believe in a thing which was not real. I would tell everyone that i saw a ghost myself and i’m sure most of the people would believe it. And people who wouldn’t believe, someday they would see a flying polythene and then believe it, if they don’t have the guts to go back.