Procession of ghosts

Dear friends, sometimes something happens in life which is not easy to tell. How close are you to death, and how do you feel when you see death in front of you. In today's story, you will know him, this is one of the scary stories of my life

It is a belief in Garhwal that when someone dies after living his whole life, then angels come to take him. Or some people believe that the ghost procession comes out. Today I am narrating to you a similar incident.

     It was my third year in college, and a river flowed right in front of the room I lived in. One night I woke up to the sound of jackals crying. If you have heard jackals crying then you would know that they cry just like humans. When I suddenly broke my sleep, my heart started beating fast, then I went to the kitchen to drink water and I could hear the sound of drums. Slowly that voice started getting louder and in no time the sound was coming from the very front of the room. So now I thought why not see what is this bull. The door of the room which opened towards the river, I opened it.

      There was a sheet of white fog on the bank of the river and it seemed as if everyone was floating on it, like a common procession, there were people playing in the front. Then some people were dancing, and at the back was the palanquin, everything seemed normal. Except for these things - everyone was wearing almost the same white dress. People were celebrating, but there was a strange silence all around. Seeing the people, it seemed that they had seen them somewhere before, but where it was not understood. My own mind was trying to cry, it seemed that something bad had happened to me as well. In a few moments, she passed in front of us and disappeared after going ahead.

     The next day when I told this to my friends, at first no one believed it. Everyone said you must have dreamed. When we were on our way back home from college, we saw that a pyre was burning at the ghat and upon inquiry, we found that she was some 95-year-old grandmother. Then my old room partner told Siam that his housemistress was telling me that what I saw was a procession of ghosts and that they may have come to take him only. Now I was sure that it was the grandma's procession with the pyre, which I had seen in the night.