This was my ghost story - me and patty hung out on our college terrace in the evenings.. just talking, chatting...one day we went down into our class room on the top floor, We ended up staying too long, it got late into the evening. It was very empty and very quite and eerie. We hurriedly tried to go down to our library, one floor below but that gate was locked by then. Even tho it was really scary, we had to go back up via the terrace...on the way back up, we heard laughter, like small children were playing and laughing. We were in a hurry and didnt pay attention to it..We kinda ran all the way up and then down the steps thru the hostel. real fast. It was kinda scary in the twilight. When down, we looked up at the classrooms, a chill ran thru us, we realised, there was no way that there were any children in those class rooms...they were all empty.. who laughed???
my mothers one - my mum and my aunt were little, they had to collect flowers in the wee hours of the morning for my grand ma for the pooja. They used to usually sneek into a near by school and collect flowers from that garden. It used to be very early in the morning and dark. There were no lights in the school, There was a huge tree in the school which used to scare the kids. One morning when they went to the school, they saw this tree lit up with colorer full lights all over, red yellow blue green!!
and my uncles - he used to cycle back from his college along a very lonely wooded route very late at night... this was 60s in Dharwar, one night he suddenly noticed something rolling in front of his cycle. it was a tiny bell , it kept rolling for a good kilometer or two before wheering away into the bushes... he didnt have the daring to stop and check what it was.. all he could do was keep going and it kept going in front of him...
now I wonder.. were they all faeries then? :) we never heard fairy stories.. but brain fords book is full of exactly such things :o)
my mothers one - my mum and my aunt were little, they had to collect flowers in the wee hours of the morning for my grand ma for the pooja. They used to usually sneek into a near by school and collect flowers from that garden. It used to be very early in the morning and dark. There were no lights in the school, There was a huge tree in the school which used to scare the kids. One morning when they went to the school, they saw this tree lit up with colorer full lights all over, red yellow blue green!!
and my uncles - he used to cycle back from his college along a very lonely wooded route very late at night... this was 60s in Dharwar, one night he suddenly noticed something rolling in front of his cycle. it was a tiny bell , it kept rolling for a good kilometer or two before wheering away into the bushes... he didnt have the daring to stop and check what it was.. all he could do was keep going and it kept going in front of him...
now I wonder.. were they all faeries then? :) we never heard fairy stories.. but brain fords book is full of exactly such things :o)
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