I Believe - Page 2

oh cumon swetha plz tell me na how u did it im really curious to know ...n i sd na i wont even dare to do it i juss wanna know plz yaar tell me na.....afterall "curiousity kills the cat"

OK...now here is my scary real life story..... I dont personally believe in ghosts & stuff....but this incident did make me close to believing!!!

Ok...in the 7th std...my whole class went on a school trip to Coorg. We stayed in this hotel which ovelooked huge coffee planatations. By early evening the clouds settle below...so u cant really see much outside teh window.
That night when we were all sitting in our rooms....we saw lights moving far below in a straight line...& then suddenly disappear. It looked really scary. We thought that it was probably the coffee plantation workers.
The next morning we came to know that next to the hotel was a graveyard that has been deserted for more than 30 years because many murders have taken place there & the locals never set foot inside.
But when we said that we saw lights...teh nearby residents told us that its a common sight....there is a folklore that all the people that were murdered there come out on new moon nights, seeking peace for their souls.
I was sooo scared out of my wits...along with my friends that we begged our teachers to change the hotel immediately!

I do believe in such things cause it had happened with my dad, nani and uncle.And i am just writing out one of the story.

This happened to my dad a long years back when he was new in a factory job n he had to stay the whole night in the factory only so one night on his first day os job he was going to sleep there but he had no place so he searched n searched but could'nt find out but there was a big old swing so he thought that he should sleep on that n whenever anybody comes he'll get up n so he slept but after some time suddenly he fell down n when he saw there was no body n there was also no reason that such a big swing can fall suddenly n like this happened many times so my da got very tensed and angry but he did'nt see ne body so he went and told the manager so he told that the swing was of a old parsi man n he died also on that swing only so whenever ne body tries to sleep or sit on that the swing just suddenly fells down.

This was the story which happened with my dad.