The Graveyard

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I used to live in Cuttack, Odisha, India.
And there I lived in a small house,
Near a graveyard called Gora Kabar (The Graveyards for the whites).

It was named so, because it had the graves of Britishers. Folklore said that whoever goes inside the Graveyard at night alone got possessed by one of the spirits of the britishers buried there long ago.

Once there was a power failure which used to be a common phenomena those days and it was really hot inside, but the only window in the house was facing the Graveyard,
I had to open it because it was too hot.

I don't know when I dozed off on my desk when I was studying.
I woke up feeling that someone was in the room with me, I was too scared to turn  around.

But I had to, so I looked around and saw foot prints made of silt and mud around the floor.
Next day I told this to my neighbours and they said that last night one of the British soldiers had visited you...

This is based on the experience of my grandfather who used to narrate this to my father. Quite scary, no? 😉

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