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LIFE.... Even exists after death...

Author: camalien
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Chapter 1REBIRTH...The Evil begins..

Ever wondered about life after death..

It was long since I visited my ancestral home.Thinking to spend our weekends there we all left for Bangalore. Everything was not fine there and after reaching there we all realised that it was not at all a good option to be here...

Strange things started to happen on our reach.My home being in the midst of the tropical evergreen forests and on the banks of river was the best place to have a direct talk with nature..

I still remember very nicely that one of my cousin sister who was my best sister had passed away their..And it is since that time my parents took me and came to Delhi..

On our reach..the cleaner and watchman told us about something we all didn't believe on..You know people who study a lot and live in metropolitan cities do not believe in all these superficial things and same when our watchman told us about the presence of an evil spirit there we thought of him as crazy and didn't pay any heed to his words...

It is the story of our first night at my ancestral home.Me and my friends were enjoying the night campfire side to the beach..we planned to play antakshari and we went on.Suddenly there was a change in weather. The sky which was quite cool and calm some time ago now grew violent and there was a storm going to come soon..we ran towards the house and went to our rooms for the good night sleep...

Being an entire tiring day , we all fell asleep.

Nearly 2 :00 A.M.in the night I heard the t.v. was suddenly switched on. I walked out of my room to switch off the T.V. My friend Karan was also there for the same reason as I. Switching off the T.V. and wondering for the strange thing we went to our bedrooms...

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