Whatever आप do, don't end up like me.
Whenever someone asks if आप believe in ghosts, आप need to say no. Just say absolutely, positively, without a doubt that there is no way that ghosts exist. Don't even entertain the thought, as intriguing as it might seem. It is just not worth it.
Ghosts are not polite, they don't care, they don't play fair and they will tear your life up. Believe me.
Also,
Realize that delving into the unknown comes with a price. It isn't a nice little free ride या something fun to do, getting all scared and the like—although it may seem like that. But once आप get too close, too real, that all changes and आप can end up with visitors that won't go away.
A Friday night spent watching ghost फिल्में या पढ़ना spooky stories may seem like a fun way to pass your time. Go for it! Go ahead and get a little spooked, a little creeped-out, then go to sleep and carry on with your life.
It used to be fun like that for me, until I found out that those wispy little creatures in those spooky little stories WERE REALLY REAL.
That was when my life changed.
It began the दिन I went to the cemetery.
Always looking for authentic material for my stories, I decided, "Hey! What a great place to find a mist या catch something on tape? Go to a cemetery!"
Right?
Well, there I was in the grave yard, shooting pics, studying the headstones. Like a sponge, I walked through the graveyard soaking up memories of the dead, immensely desirous of catching something with my camera, या at least get a "vibe" that would give me something to report.
Something, anything about a ghost—I wasn't picky.
It was a gray, घटाटोप, बदल से घिरा हुआ दिन and rain threatened to soak me at any moment. It sprinkled intermittently the whole time I was there. But the car was nearby, I was wearing my raincoat and I knew I could run for shelter if it started pouring. So undaunted, I roamed.
I spent several hours in that cemetery and all I saw was a bunch of graves, some serious and sad, others whimsical and humorous, and yet others that were very old and seemingly forgotten. But I never saw evidence of a single ghost. Maybe I caught an orb या two, but heck, they could have been the raindrops that came with the threatening little showers caught on my lens.
It wasn't until I returned घर that I learned the lesson I'm trying to teach आप here.
I think something from the graveyard followed me home.
Although my visit to the cemetery was uneventful, a story had come to me while I was there and I was intent upon getting that story down. I sat down and started लेखन while the तस्वीरें were coming to me, fast and furious.
I was alone in the house and the night was incredibly quiet. I was लेखन and thinking and creating, when the telephone rang. I picked it up. For a long moment there was nothing, just silence. But after a time, there was static and a hoarse whispering voice that said, "Watch for us!"
Then a click.
Then nothing.
That was a bit unnerving, but I trotted back to my laptop to continue my story. After about thirty minutes, I traveled to the रसोई, रसोईघर for a drink of something cold. I needed a break.
I was standing at the fridge, about to grab a soda when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a white face glaring at me through my रसोई, रसोईघर window. I turned to visualize the face, but as my eyes fixed on its position, the face dashed out of view. I reached for the back door, turned the knob and stepped outside. After inspecting in all directions, I found nothing and went back inside.
The रसोई, रसोईघर was dark because as a Midwesterner, I believe in conserving electricity and had only used a very few, necessary lights. In fact, the entire house was very dark.
I returned to the fridge to get my soda. The light from the interior glared and after I closed the door, for a moment I was blind.
Ghost in रसोई, रसोईघर I turned to go back to my room when I was confronted with the image of someone dressed in white from head to toe. It undulated six inches off the ground and the face was pallid; eyes hollow and black. Its bony finger pointed at me shakily and anger emanated from it very clearly and very intensely.
Of course I was terrified at the sight and didn't know what to do. After all, I was alone and it was dark. So I did the most stupid, foolish thing I could think of.
I went back to my laptop and kept लेखन my story.
I blazed on my keyboard, slurping my soda and getting every mental image I could put into words as quickly as possible.
I heard rappings, I felt chills and I witnessed shadows moving through the room.
After a time, I decided to stop for just a short break to stretch my legs, and a picture in the hall crashed to the floor. This told me that stopping was the wrong move, so I returned to blaze on my keys once again.
It went on like that all night, trapped द्वारा the spirits—each one threatening me anytime I quit writing. Pushed forward, I came to realize the story I was लेखन was not my own, but something I was being forced to write. I didn't mind that so much as the story was good, really good. I just didn't care to be bossed around so much या treated with so much disrespect.
But what could I do? I knew sleep wasn't an option and being alone I had no one to pull me out.
Like a fool, I just kept लेखन and लेखन and writing. They were there, I knew it and I knew that they knew what I was doing. They even knew what I was thinking.
They were behind me, in front of me, above and below. But the way they were acting, I knew I was onto something and that alone, kept me going.
I did complete the story, but it was daybreak when I finished. With bloodshot eyes and exhaustion, I stepped out of my front door and onto the sidewalk. The sweet smell of morning air penetrated my soul and drove away the shadows of the night.
I was spent.
And while most of the activity stopped after I finished the story, a few of them have stayed behind. I know they're here. Once आप know how they feel, आप never forget it and once you've stepped over the line, आप can't pretend it never happened.
The story I was driven to write has not been published yet, and it may never be. But if and when I do प्रकाशित करे it, it won't be free.
Do आप think ghosts are just a figment of the imagination?
Yeah, right. Go ahead, keep thinking that.
Really. It's in your best interest.
Because once आप step over the line and start to believe, आप are in for a ride that will change your life.
But that ride comes with a price.
Whenever someone asks if आप believe in ghosts, आप need to say no. Just say absolutely, positively, without a doubt that there is no way that ghosts exist. Don't even entertain the thought, as intriguing as it might seem. It is just not worth it.
Ghosts are not polite, they don't care, they don't play fair and they will tear your life up. Believe me.
Also,
Realize that delving into the unknown comes with a price. It isn't a nice little free ride या something fun to do, getting all scared and the like—although it may seem like that. But once आप get too close, too real, that all changes and आप can end up with visitors that won't go away.
A Friday night spent watching ghost फिल्में या पढ़ना spooky stories may seem like a fun way to pass your time. Go for it! Go ahead and get a little spooked, a little creeped-out, then go to sleep and carry on with your life.
It used to be fun like that for me, until I found out that those wispy little creatures in those spooky little stories WERE REALLY REAL.
That was when my life changed.
It began the दिन I went to the cemetery.
Always looking for authentic material for my stories, I decided, "Hey! What a great place to find a mist या catch something on tape? Go to a cemetery!"
Right?
Well, there I was in the grave yard, shooting pics, studying the headstones. Like a sponge, I walked through the graveyard soaking up memories of the dead, immensely desirous of catching something with my camera, या at least get a "vibe" that would give me something to report.
Something, anything about a ghost—I wasn't picky.
It was a gray, घटाटोप, बदल से घिरा हुआ दिन and rain threatened to soak me at any moment. It sprinkled intermittently the whole time I was there. But the car was nearby, I was wearing my raincoat and I knew I could run for shelter if it started pouring. So undaunted, I roamed.
I spent several hours in that cemetery and all I saw was a bunch of graves, some serious and sad, others whimsical and humorous, and yet others that were very old and seemingly forgotten. But I never saw evidence of a single ghost. Maybe I caught an orb या two, but heck, they could have been the raindrops that came with the threatening little showers caught on my lens.
It wasn't until I returned घर that I learned the lesson I'm trying to teach आप here.
I think something from the graveyard followed me home.
Although my visit to the cemetery was uneventful, a story had come to me while I was there and I was intent upon getting that story down. I sat down and started लेखन while the तस्वीरें were coming to me, fast and furious.
I was alone in the house and the night was incredibly quiet. I was लेखन and thinking and creating, when the telephone rang. I picked it up. For a long moment there was nothing, just silence. But after a time, there was static and a hoarse whispering voice that said, "Watch for us!"
Then a click.
Then nothing.
That was a bit unnerving, but I trotted back to my laptop to continue my story. After about thirty minutes, I traveled to the रसोई, रसोईघर for a drink of something cold. I needed a break.
I was standing at the fridge, about to grab a soda when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a white face glaring at me through my रसोई, रसोईघर window. I turned to visualize the face, but as my eyes fixed on its position, the face dashed out of view. I reached for the back door, turned the knob and stepped outside. After inspecting in all directions, I found nothing and went back inside.
The रसोई, रसोईघर was dark because as a Midwesterner, I believe in conserving electricity and had only used a very few, necessary lights. In fact, the entire house was very dark.
I returned to the fridge to get my soda. The light from the interior glared and after I closed the door, for a moment I was blind.
Ghost in रसोई, रसोईघर I turned to go back to my room when I was confronted with the image of someone dressed in white from head to toe. It undulated six inches off the ground and the face was pallid; eyes hollow and black. Its bony finger pointed at me shakily and anger emanated from it very clearly and very intensely.
Of course I was terrified at the sight and didn't know what to do. After all, I was alone and it was dark. So I did the most stupid, foolish thing I could think of.
I went back to my laptop and kept लेखन my story.
I blazed on my keyboard, slurping my soda and getting every mental image I could put into words as quickly as possible.
I heard rappings, I felt chills and I witnessed shadows moving through the room.
After a time, I decided to stop for just a short break to stretch my legs, and a picture in the hall crashed to the floor. This told me that stopping was the wrong move, so I returned to blaze on my keys once again.
It went on like that all night, trapped द्वारा the spirits—each one threatening me anytime I quit writing. Pushed forward, I came to realize the story I was लेखन was not my own, but something I was being forced to write. I didn't mind that so much as the story was good, really good. I just didn't care to be bossed around so much या treated with so much disrespect.
But what could I do? I knew sleep wasn't an option and being alone I had no one to pull me out.
Like a fool, I just kept लेखन and लेखन and writing. They were there, I knew it and I knew that they knew what I was doing. They even knew what I was thinking.
They were behind me, in front of me, above and below. But the way they were acting, I knew I was onto something and that alone, kept me going.
I did complete the story, but it was daybreak when I finished. With bloodshot eyes and exhaustion, I stepped out of my front door and onto the sidewalk. The sweet smell of morning air penetrated my soul and drove away the shadows of the night.
I was spent.
And while most of the activity stopped after I finished the story, a few of them have stayed behind. I know they're here. Once आप know how they feel, आप never forget it and once you've stepped over the line, आप can't pretend it never happened.
The story I was driven to write has not been published yet, and it may never be. But if and when I do प्रकाशित करे it, it won't be free.
Do आप think ghosts are just a figment of the imagination?
Yeah, right. Go ahead, keep thinking that.
Really. It's in your best interest.
Because once आप step over the line and start to believe, आप are in for a ride that will change your life.
But that ride comes with a price.
This is a short poem I wrote for my english class and just felt like sharing it.
My leaf clings to the tree,
It is new to life,
Pure green,
Feeling as soft as skin.
My leaf falls down,
Ageing,
Changing,
Dying.
My leaf lives on the ground,
Swept away द्वारा the wind,
Feeling crumpled like used paper.
My leaf is dead,
From green to brown,
Soft to crumpled,
Spring to autumn.
(We had to write about a leaf and I came up with this. So hope आप like. x)
please टिप्पणी दे this is my first लेख on this spot. I really enjoy writing.
My leaf clings to the tree,
It is new to life,
Pure green,
Feeling as soft as skin.
My leaf falls down,
Ageing,
Changing,
Dying.
My leaf lives on the ground,
Swept away द्वारा the wind,
Feeling crumpled like used paper.
My leaf is dead,
From green to brown,
Soft to crumpled,
Spring to autumn.
(We had to write about a leaf and I came up with this. So hope आप like. x)
please टिप्पणी दे this is my first लेख on this spot. I really enjoy writing.
Im sick of the words, me and you
आप used to make my body feel giggly and numb
but honey your like chewin gum
the flavor is so juicy and sweet
but then later the flavors gone and meek
just like those three little words that race outta your mouth
little people would laugh out loud
because they all know what youv done
youv taken two hearts
and broke them into one
its sad really
how आप lie and cheat
because everyone knows
revenge is oh so sweet
We all know आप cheated and lied
o honey but i didnt die inside
i kept right on going
down my mary way
knowing that today
Was our so called day
the दिन that i fell so hopelessly in love
because आप were the one i was dreaming of
आप used to want
आप always would hug me
but that gum is gone and dirty
your not the only one that lias and cheats
because other that do know
revenge is oh so sweet
nobody understands love,
nobody really believes.
आप can't put a price on the way people make आप feel,
but आप can always say:
i प्यार you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that आप want to be the last person to see before आप die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that आप will always be there for them
that आप will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
अगला time आप say
i प्यार you
mean it
because if आप don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that आप say it to
nobody really believes.
आप can't put a price on the way people make आप feel,
but आप can always say:
i प्यार you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that आप want to be the last person to see before आप die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that आप will always be there for them
that आप will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
अगला time आप say
i प्यार you
mean it
because if आप don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that आप say it to