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Son-Fatherdo you believe in ghosts

Son-Father,do you believe in ghosts

Father-No.There are no ghosts.

Son-But our maid said that there are ghosts

Father-Pack up your things.There is 'NO' maid in our house.

Submitted By : Steve
Place : Washington DC
2 Dislikes
Rating :   12 Votes

This story is based on true event happened in

This story is based on true event happened in Dehradun's local factory. The name of the factory has not written due to no evidence was found in this story, many people believed and stoped going to that building. One night at 01:45 Am, three male workers were going after doing their duty. They saw a rat roaming here&there eating their building making raw matterials, after watching they decided to catch him and kill him. One of the three suggested to kill him with poison; one of them brought a posion cake for killing rats, he throwned the peice of cake in that place where he always roam. After eating the peice, the rat started feeling suffocated and started running here&there with lot of speed ending in a breatheless position and putted down in a big public dustbin. The rat was still alived but died due to no air was passing through the closed garbage. Many days gone, those men's forgot that rat incident and started their work as before. They saw an old women was doing work; those workers suggested not to do so much of work in this age which can cause her pain&more pain. After listening to so many suggestions she decided to leave her job. But for her hard-working behaviour those men gaved her a short tea party at night near a stall, they dranked the tea and started going for their homes. One of them suggested to leave that old women in her home due to lot of night, and they all when asked her home address she pointed her hand in that dustbin, which maked some of them impatient and ask the question what rubbish things you're saying. After the conversation one of them started feeling suffocatient, the aunt took his hand and throwned him in the dustbin which lead him to death. The others to were also started feeling alike that but still asked where is our third friend that women pointed in my house, where i was also screaming to pain like now you are feeling so come with me and feel the same and throwned them in a dustbin. they died..... next day the cops arrived to investigate the matter but no one could find any matter and that old lady. and most of that factory making matterial was not there?

Submitted By : arvinder kaur
Place : punjab,ludhiana
6 Dislikes
Rating :   10 Votes


Short Horror Stories-

Short Horror Stories- ??
?? Husband kills his wife while their 5 yr old son was still sleeping. The weird thing was that kid didn't ask for his mom even 3 days after she went missing.
Father:" Is there something that you want to ask me ? "
Kid : " I just wonder, why mom is always standing behind you.

?? I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.

?? The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.

?? In all of the time that I've lived alone in this house, I swear to God I've closed more doors than I've opened.

?? A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said "I heard that, too."

?? My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.

?? I always thought my cat had a staring problem - she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realized that she was always looking just behind me.

?? There's nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it's 1 a.m. and you're home alone.

?? I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, "Daddy, check for monsters under my bed." I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, "Daddy, there's somebody on my bed."

?? You get home, tired after a long day's work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.

?? There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.

Submitted By : Shining Pearl
Place : India
12 Dislikes
Rating :   10 Votes

mano agar tum raat ko 230 baje apne dost ke sath

mano agar tum raat ko 2:30 baje apne dost ke sath apne ghar ki cchat par baith kar baatein kar rahe ho aur tumhaare ghar par koi nhi hai aur lights bhi nhi aa rhi hai.
suddenly ghar mai rakhe phone ki ring bajti hai aur aap use uthane ke liye niche aate ho lekin apne dost ko wahi rukne ko kahte ho.
phone par usi dost ke parents ka phone aata hai aur WO aapko bataate hain ki us dost ki death 4 hours pahle ek accident mai ho gyi hai.
toh ye btao ki kya aap wapas cchat par jaoge ? yaa nhi ?

Submitted By : Harshit
Place : Agra
5 Dislikes
Rating :   18 Votes


Oliver finds a home

Oliver finds a home

This extract has been taken from OLIVER TWIST written by Charles Dickens. The book tells the story about a young orphan boy named Oliver Twist. He is brought up in an orpahnge where the boys are treated cruelly. He comes across thieves who want to make a criminal of him. Once, two criminals Sikes and Toby take Oliver with them to commit burglary. They are stopped midway in their plans by Giles and Brittles, two manservants of the house they were supposed to burgle. Oliver is left to die in a ditch but is saved by Giles and Brittles. Oliver finds happiness and peace with the owners of the house.

There were two ladies in the house. One, a stately older woman, was Mrs Maylie. The other, Rose Maylie, a lovely girl of about seventeen, was her niece. The two women followed Doctor Losberne into the room where Oliver lay. They were agahst at how young he was! Rose Maylie bent over the boy and gently brushed his hair away from his face. "How shocking!" said her aunt. "To think this poor boy was the pupil of robbers and housebreakers!" "He is so young and fair!" added Rose. "Maybe he has never known a mother's love. Maybe he had never had a home and a family. Maybe he was forced into a life of crime because he was starving. We must think about this before we send him to jail!" Oliver was very ill and weak from the loss of blood. But after several days of care by Rose, Mrs Maylie and Dr Losberne, he gradually improved. When some of his strength returned, he told the Maylies about his past. Rose wept bitterly. "We must do something to help the boy," Rose begged her aunt. "Yes, we must," said Mrs Maylie. Turning to Dr Losberne, she asked,"Can you do something?" "Perhaps if we can convince the servants that they were mistaken when they identified the boy, we can save him when the police comes." The kind-hearted doctor sent for the two servants.
"Giles and Brittles," said Dr Losberne ,"can you swear that the boy with the robbers was Oliver? Could you really identify him in the darkness with all the gunfire?" The servants admitted that they couldn't be absolutely certain. So when the policemen arrived at the house to investigate the house-breaking, no one could identify the boy. So no charges were pressed against Oliver. After all, it was difficult not to pity the poor little boy. He looked so helpless and innocent lying there in bed. Could he really have wanted to rob the house? Oliver quickly recovered from his wounds and entered upon the happiest period of his life. The Maylies treated him like a member of their own family. And when spring came, they took him to their cottage in the country. Here, he learned to read and write. He spent many happy hours running along the country roads, picking flowers and feeding the birds. In the evenings, he listened to Rose palying piano. Every night, he slept peacefully in a clean bed in his own room. Oliver had never known such peace and happiness.

Adapted from OLIVER TWIST by Charles Dickens

Submitted By : arvinder kaur
Place : punjab,ludhiana
3 Dislikes
Rating :   6 Votes


- Comedy jokes

टिप्पणियाँ - Comedy jokes
A Horror Story
एक आदमी अपनी कार से मुंबई
पुणे जा रहा था उसने
हाईवे छोड़ कर एक शॉर्टकट
रास्ता चूसे किया ताकि जल्दी
पहुंच जाये फिर वो
ड्राइव करने लगा और 9 K.M
ट्रेवल कर लिया ..
अचानक से उसके कार बंद
होगयी ..
अब वो फास गया .. वो कार से उतरा और उसने सोचाकी
किसी कार
से लिफ्ट ले लूंगा .. अचानक से तेज़
हवा चलने लगी और बारिश
हो गयी .. फिर वो चलने लगा .. हवा और तेज़ हो गयी ..बारिश
और बढ़ गयी .. वो पूरा भीग गया ..कपने
ठण्ड से ..
बारिश इतनी तेज़ थी
की उसे दूर की चीजे दिखना
बंद हो गयी ..
तब अचानक से एक
आवाज़ सुनाई दी उसे ..
से सुना तो आवाज एक कार के आने
थी ..जैसे ही कार उसके पास आई वो आदमी झट से उसमे बैठ
बिना कुछ पूछे फिर उस आदमी
ने चैन की सास ली ..और उसने सोचा
की लिफ्ट देने के लिए कार ड्राइवर को
दे दू ..
जैसे ही वो आगे झुका
उसने जो देखा उसे देखते वो
चिल्लाया आआआआआ
उसने देखा की ड्राइवर सीट पे
कोई नहीं है ..
कार अपने आप चल
रही है ..
उसकी सांसे तेज़्ज़ हो गयी ..
उसने देखा की एक पेड़ आने
वाला है और कार उससे टकरा
जाएगी .. उसने डर के मरे आखे बंद
कर ली ..
फिर उसने देखा अचानक से दो
हाथ दरवाजे से आये और
स्टीयरिंग व्हील घुमा दिया ..
जब कोई टर्न आता दो हाथ आते
दीखते और व्हील घुमा देते ..
आदमी बहुत डर गया .. फिर
उसने एक रौशनी देखि .. वो ,
झट से कार से बहार निकला ..देखा उसने
की रौशनी ढाबे से आ रही है ..
वो भाग के ढाबे में घुस
गया ..
संता-बंता ढाबे में खड़े
चाय पीते हुए एक दुसरे से बोले :"यार ये वही ghochu
आदमी है ना जो हमारी कार में
बैठ गया था और चीख रहा
था जब हम कार को पीछे se dhaka laga rahe the

Submitted By : nikhil raj chauhan
Place : jaipur
2 Dislikes
Rating :   16 Votes


I hear voices in my head

I hear voices in my head,
They council me
They understand
They talk to me
You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith
I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate
I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tension rising
I hear voices in my head
They council me
They understand
They talk to me

Submitted By : arvinder kaur
Place : punjab,ludhiana
2 Dislikes
Rating :   6 Votes

There was a boy always playing with his

There was a boy always playing with his neighbour's child. But the child was suffering from any kind of social phobea. the little boy were told to stay away from him. But he was drown in his friendship so much that he could'nt beleive in anyone's word. one day his parents decided to move from that place,so while going from that place,last time he said bye to his friend but his friend was not waving the hand to say bye,from his friend's response that guy was shocked. he was unable to cry and from this he started suffering from a throat problem which led him to death. And after few days that guy was not seen anywhere. Where he had gone after the shifting of his friend? Why that child was died,why he was shocked so much?

Submitted By : arvinder kaur
Place : punjab,ludhiana
20 Dislikes
Rating :   14 Votes