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Today I will be sharing with you guys a terrifying horror story, it is just written by me but this story is not fake. It is based on true events encountered by someone I know whose name I can’t take. Some parts
I was ten when this happened. At my quaint little town, there used to be some really awful and destructive storms at random times, they rarely and occasionally happened, when they were least expected. I cannot exactly call them destructive, but they surely caused damage to people, more to their mental health than their physical one. Once this storm had occurred during May, when the climate was supposed to be hot and humid. It indeed was. Throughout the day and the afternoon, it was very annoyingly hot, which it was meant to be as this was the time of summer. But then all of a sudden, when it was around 5 in the evening, at the time when the sun was about to set, not too dark nor to bright, the storm came.
And by came, I mean it harshly started moving trees and making them fall, the bright sky grew dark with clouds and it started raining. It was a weird scenario, one which I had witnessed because it was common at my town but not to this extent. I had a gang of my own, all us girls used to play, we usually went at around 5:30 and used to meet at a ground not too far from our house. Right across the large ground was a spacious lawn, it was filled with large mango trees, owned by some rich person living nearby. We used to trespass. We climbed up the big gate and used to try to pluck the mangoes off the branches, but we couldn’t jump that high, couldn’t climb the trees and nor did we have the height. Whenever these storms used to hit, we had a good chance to go to the lawn and to grab a decent amount of mangoes that had fallen from the trees due to the effect of the storm. The trees did not mostly fall as they were strong and we’re able to endure the force of the rough winds but the mangoes fell. When the storm happened, it used to go on for an hour or so. This time, it went on for about half an hour longer. My friends came to call me in front of my house and we ran. We halted at the road which led us to the ground, because it was getting dark outside but as the storm had hit, we has fixed our minds to just go to that lawn and grab mangoes, they were tasty. Though it was getting dark, we all ran towards the lawn. Specially me in our group was the most enthusiastic one. I had some problem and couldn’t sit at one place for long, I was always hyperactive and this was what led to this terrible incident. We ran and finally reached the ground and I immediately started grabbing mangoes in an almost torn bag which I had brought from home. I couldn’t see my friends and assumed that they were on the way.
I saw four or five girls who also had come to grab mangoes. They were all wearing a white sarree and had their head and face covered, because of which I couldn’t see their faces properly. I asked them normally with curiosity, “Are you girls here to grab mangoes?” They just nodded, they did not utter a word. Their movement was very formal, and they looked unusual, not how a normal human being behaves. After a minute or two of collecting the fallen mangoes, I noticed that not all of the girls were there.
There was only one of them, who had come closer to the spot from where I was grabbing mangoes. She was basically next to me. We both were collecting mangoes together at this point, she in her bag and me in mine, though I didn’t know even a bit of who she was. After a while, I decided to check on how many mangoes I had grabbed because it was night by now and was very dark.
To my greatest horrors, I witnessed something I had never expected to see. When I peeked into the bag, how many mangoes I had grabbed, I saw many. But they were not mangoes. They were all rocks and stones! Whatever i had picked up from so much time were for sure mangoes, i won’t make such a great blunder, of course. Iwas completely shocked and the sight scared the living daylights out of me. I regretted coming here and knew i was doomed.
I looked at the girl next to me, she didn’t even turn towards me but in Bengali, she said, while picking up mangoes, “Where are you looking, the mangoes are here.” She pointed at her bag after she said this. I still regret turning towards her, though it would mean that I wouldn’t have ran and escaped. That face, I still remember. I will never forget that face. I turned to see that beneath a brooding sky, the witch was standing, her visage a grotesque tapestry of horror; blood-red eyes gleaming with malevolence, skin ashen like the deathly pallor of a corpse, and teeth bared in a sinister grin. She was draped in a sullied white saree, stained with the telltale crimson of her malefic deeds, the fabric hanging off her gaunt frame like the specter of doom, completing a chilling tableau that would unsettle the bravest of hearts. Her voice stinged deep into my living soul, it was very unpleasant. I got a very pungent smell of hatred, sadness and terror. I knew that the witch’s life was not too mirthful. Her face had given me a heart attack, I didn’t know what to do and felt like i would faint. I was completely scared, I didn’t know how to escape.
I couldn’t process all this and I was terrified, I ran towards my house, faster than I ever had. Whatever I had collected, basically rocks, all fell down on the road on my way home, my hair got untied. I carefully remember what I had picked up were mangoes, because it was not that dark, it was not that dark to make it difficult for a well sighted girl like me to distinguish between a rock and a mango, I still know what I had grabbed were mangoes, and that the incident was not usual. My slippers tore and fell on my way home and I absolutely did not care. I knocked on the door of my house hard. My mother opened it. She asked what had happened and why was my face looking pale and blue. It was literally going blue due to how badly scared I was. I explained the whole incident to my grandmother and my mother, they asked me what happened to my friends, and that reminded me, my friends never came to the lawn. My grandmother said that the girls who had come to the lawn and the girl beside me were not human, they were cruel and wicked witches who always had a murderous intent. She mentioned that I was very lucky to have survived this and if I hadn’t ran fast enough, they would have killed me brutally by cracking my head. The next day, I told my friends about this and they said they had never gone close to the lawn the previous day and that they had all gone back home when they stopped and discovered that it was getting dark. I still remember this experience in detail and never thought of going even past the lawn after this happened. I know this story might sound crazy to some people but I swear it is not. I very well know what I had gone through wasn’t a dream. My grandmother told me a few days later how people had people had been found lying dead with their head cracked open in the same mango yard!
Hi, hope you liked the story! If u have any suggestion for what i should write, feel free to comment!
Rishik Bose 
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