Hello guys… Here is another interesting story that I heard by my uncle. It is a real life incident that happened nearly 10 years back. As the clock ticked around 6 or 6:30 PM, the cool and rainy weather enveloped us. My cousins and I relished the sensation of raindrops, gently tapping the roof while eagerly anticipating our evening snack of tea, Bhaji, Vada and Bonda. Despite the power outage, we gathered, yearning for some laughter to brighten the moment.

The dim light behind the raining weather. We are focusing towards that light. Then it comes near to us. We start again towards the direction of light with the keen interest. We fixed our gaze upon it. Unfortunately, that's my uncle. We breathed loudly.

As my uncle halted the vehicle, we eagerly urged him to join our play. Chuckling, he responded, I have gripping a tale to share-one that might send shivers down your spine. With that, he began recounting a true incident from when he was around 15 years old. Being someone skeptical about ghost and the supernatural, he sought out an individual rumored to have the power to control these entities. As the day progressed, he eventually requested this person to demonstrate their ability by rebuilding a ghost. 

On a moonless night enveloped in profound darkness, barely illuminated compared to the other nights, the individual instructed me to stand within a marked circle. They ventured to the graveyard and recited certain chants to the beckon the ghost. A spectral figure emerged from the graveyard, gyrating and chanting, expressing a desire to fulfil its wish. Urgently, the person shouted, warning against leaving the circle, cautioning that the ghost would harm anyone who dared to step out of it. With sheer terror reflected in my eyes, I watched the dancing ghost, overwhelmed by an intense sense of horror that eventually let me do tears, begging for help. I implored the person to assist me, and they carried me home, where I battle the fever for weeks. It remains the most haunting experience of my life.

As we anxiously awaited my uncle's response, questioning the feasibility of ghost existence without electricity, he clarified that during that period, there was no electricity. Though uncertain about the ghosts existence now, my uncle affirmed that what I witnessed then was not a tale, but a true encounter - an experience that was far from fiction.

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