Mutation

Breathing heavily, my eyes begin to burn. I start to freeze from my toes to the top of my head. Inside feels cold and broken as if I was dead. I get the eager to have a taste of blood. The thought rolls in my mind for a few minutes. Hunger builds up inside, before I get the chance to move I fall to the ground. My eye site is gone.

I open my eyes and see nothing but darkness around me. I get up slowly, my body is very weak. I start to smell something that makes me want to go after it. So I run towards the smell like I was hunting for food. I reach where the smell was coming from, my eyes become wide. My fane’s grow, and I bit down on the animal that I had been after. The taste of blood flows through my body. Soon as I am full, I get a boost of energy as if I had been reborn.

I wipe the blood off my face. My eyes go back to normal and my fane’s go back to their normal size. I look down on the ground at the animal. It was tore into pieces. My eyes begin to water as if I was crying. I think to myself ‘what have I done, who am I, or what have I become?’ those questions roll in my mind for a few minutes.

When my eyes dry, and my body calms down. I run home, and hop into the shower. I wash the blood off my skin. I look down and watch the dark blood drain down. I sit down and cry while the water is still running. I picture the animal that I had killed, and it keeps repeating in my mind over and over.

Spectral or Ghost?

Spectral or Ghost?

In the realm where the tangible meets the intangible, individuals like Rick, Sina, and Niron bridge the gap between the living and the spirit world. These individuals, who identify as paranormal investigators, share unique perspectives shaped by their personal experiences and beliefs.

Rick: The Psychic Investigator

Rick, aged 34, leads a dual life as both an investigator and a mediator between homeowners and the spirit world. Claiming to possess the ability to see and hear spirits, Rick traces his supernatural journey back to his childhood, where he initially sensed emotions and eventually gained the ability to perceive spirits through what he describes as his mind's eye. For Rick, this gift is not merely a curiosity but a calling—a purpose to elucidate the enigmatic realm beyond our everyday perception.

In his own words, "Not everyone believes in ghosts, spirits, and the paranormal. But are there strange goings-on in your home that you sometimes can’t explain? One possible conclusion could be that it’s haunted." Rick’s approach blends a pragmatic consideration of paranormal activity with a profound belief in the existence of an unseen world.

Sina: Embracing Spiritual Guidance

Sina, another investigator in this eclectic field, invokes divine protection in her quest. She professes a reliance on prayer, seeking angelic intervention to safeguard her team during investigations. Her narrative intertwines elements of chance and destiny, suggesting that while she stumbled into paranormal investigating, she ultimately feels chosen for this role by a higher power. This perspective underscores her spiritual orientation towards the work, framing it as a sacred duty rather than a mere vocation.

Niron: Finding Purpose in Investigation

Niron’s involvement in paranormal investigation contrasts with Rick and Sina’s spiritual grounding. Unlike them, he does not claim sensitivity to spirits but instead views his role as an investigator as a serendipitous turn of events that imbued his life with newfound purpose. Reflecting on his entry into the field, Niron muses, "It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me." His perspective highlights the transformative potential of engaging with the unknown, providing him with a sense of direction and significance he had previously lacked.

Common Threads in Uncommon Pursuits

Despite their differing perspectives and motivations, Rick, Sina, and Niron converge on several fundamental aspects of paranormal investigation. They each bring a unique lens to their work, whether rooted in psychic sensitivity, spiritual devotion, or a quest for personal fulfillment. Their shared experiences reveal a spectrum of encounters—from eerie sensations and unexplained phenomena to profound spiritual connections—that defy conventional explanation.

Conclusion

As these investigators continue to navigate the mysterious terrain between the known and the unknown, their stories offer glimpses into a world where the boundaries of reality are blurred. Whether one sees it as a calling, a stroke of luck, or a gift, the pursuit of understanding the paranormal serves as a testament to human curiosity and the enduring quest to unravel life’s deepest mysteries.

The Red Wristband

When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.

There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.

The doctor said, “That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?”

The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”

Black Tears

                                      

This happened when I was into my second year of Medical School. Usually we had to stay back in the hospitals either to assist the seniors or work over our cases. Let me confess that I, being the first doctor in our family, was never used to seeing so much of blood, pain & death lying around - not to mention the nauseous smell of the medicines & chemicals. Most of my first year went into crying for home, puking during practical and crying more...

It was in the month of August that I and my classmate Sheena stayed back in the morgue to complete our case studies. Just the same morning, a critical case had arrived in the hospital wherein a woman of 29 was badly hit by a speeding car. The woman breathed her last about an hour after being admitted to the ICU. Her family, including her parents, her two daughters and her relatives were mourning endlessly. Apparently, the woman was a widow - her daughters were crying dreadfully, kneeling before their mother's dead body. Me and Sheena were horrified watching the total chaos.

It was around 9 pm and we were working over an teenage accident case. Suddenly, we realized that the dead widow was lying just two bodies away. We were overcome with whist of fear and depression, especially because we had seen that very woman pass away this morning. We started talking about what would happen to her little daughters and her parents.

All of a sudden, Sheena shrieked and pointed out horrifyingly at the woman. I turned around and saw that black tears were trickling down the dead woman's eyes. I was shocked for a moment but then I thought this might be some kind of biological reaction (something like rigor mortis. I told Sheena to calm down - I told her this might be some kind of after-death reaction and we should note it down so that we can ask our professors about it. This calmed Sheena for a while.

However, after 5 mins, we could hear distinct noises - more of moans coming out of the woman's body. Tears continued to trickle down. It was as if the woman was either alive somewhere and moaning or she dead and repenting it. Either ways, I and Sheena were scared and ran out to call for help. Our seniors came inside and checked the body. Surprisingly, there were no moans - the body was lying as cold as ever.

Today, even after 5 years, we still have this memory fresh in our mind.

Highway to Hell

  

Manohar  felt great. He had the road all to himself. For hours his only company had been the thousands of tiny insects dancing in the beams of the headlights.

Cool mountain air rushed into the cab through the open window. It carried a hint of rain, but the sky was cloudless, marked only by the countless sparkling stars and the thin glow of a crescent moon.

The feeling of freedom and power as he pressed down on the accelerator was overwhelming - almost intoxicating. Only one thing bothered him at the moment. He didn't know where he was.

Not that he was lost.  Manohar never got lost, at least not for very long. He just didn't know where he was. Or why. Or how he'd come to be there, or where he was going.

He was just driving, all alone, in the middle of nowhere, for no reason that he could remember.

He knew other drivers who would fall into a semi-sleep at the wheel. They'd experience a temporary disorientation. But  Manohar knew that he hadn't dozed off. He was wide awake, and fully aware of everything around him.

He thought back, trying to remember when he'd stopped last

Two days before he'd been in Forest road. That's where Sara lived, so he certainly couldn't forget that.

After Forest road.. Nothing. Two days were missing.

He looked straight ahead through the darkness, trying to find the telltale dome of light of a city or town. Eventually he must come across a town - something that would give him his bearings. The road stretched out, surrounded by dense forest, on and on, with no signs of ever ending. The view in the mirror was the same.

The radio was silent. Its light tried to tell him that it was working, but nothing came through the speaker but soft static. Every channel was the same. Either he was too far from any transmitter, or absolutely nobody was on the air.

Without warning a man appeared in the road ahead. In the frightening and helpless second before collision,  Manohar saw that the man was just standing there, arms raised, and smiling.

 Manohar's hands automatically tightened on the wheel. There was no impact. No thud.  Manohar clearly saw the image of the man slide through the cab and then disappears through the back wall of the van.

 Manohar braked hard and fought to keep the van from going out of control. The right wheels bit into the gravel of the shoulder and sent up a wake of dust. Just inches from a large and very hard tree the van came to a stop.

Adrenalin shot through his veins as he hopped from the van. He looked back through the darkness and saw that the man was now walking toward him, and still smiling. Just fifty yards away the man stopped, and then waved.

"Hello. I was wondering if you'd be by tonight. I've been waiting for you."

 Manohar felt the blood rush to his face, leaving a streak of icy cold along his spine. His hand was shaking badly. Fighting a desperate flood of panic he reached into the van and pulled out a large wrench.

"Hold it right there, Man," he commanded.

The man shrugged. "Okay, if that's what you want. But you might as well put the wrench away. It won't do you any good."

"Step closer and we'll see just how much good it does. Now who the hell are you, and what do you want with me?"

"It doesn't really matter who I am. You're  Manohar , right?"

"Yeah.  So what?"

"Well,  Manohar, I've come to release you from this world."

The chill along his spine exploded, spreading a tingling numbness all through his body. Breath came hard. The man began walking toward him again, arms open.

"Stand where you are!"  Manohar screamed.

The man ignored it, and was smiling even wider than before. "There's no need to be afraid,  Manohar. Accept it, and it will be much easier.

Using both hands  Manohar raised the wrench and hurled it at the approaching stranger. It sailed through him and slid along the road behind.

"Calm down,  Manohar. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm going to help you. I'm here to release you from this world."

 Manohar tightened his fists, knowing very well that all his strength wouldn't help him against this . . . this creature of darkness. "How can I fight a ghost?" he thought in panic.

The man came very close before he stopped, and then stood looking at  Manohar and smiling. "Being dead isn't so bad. You'll see."

"But I don't want to be dead!"

"I'm afraid you have no choice,  Manohar. There's nothing you can do about it." The man opened his arms again, as if to take  Manohar into his embrace.

 Manohar backed up quickly and yelled, "Get away from me. No spook is going to touch me!"

The man smiled and lowered his arms. "Do you know what a ghost is, really?"

A drop of sweat fell down  Manohar's nose and into his mouth. "Yeah. They're dead people."

"Not all dead people are ghosts, but you're right, in a way. Some who have died just wander around, and won't let go of this physical world. They sometimes stay around the spot where they died - such as this road."

Cold kept spreading through  Manohar until now he was shivering. He swallowed hard, trying to remove the grapefruit sized lump in his throat. "Then why don't you just leave!!! Why do you want to go haunting a road for?"

The stranger stared at  Manohar, the smile gone. "You don't understand yet, do you  Manohar? It's not me who's haunting this road. I'm quite alive. You are the ghost. You died on this road thirteen days ago and have been driving it ever since. Now you can leave. There's no reason for you to stay lost any longer.

"You're dead,  Manohar."

 

Remember me

Remember me .....

In the cold of the winter I still remember when we felt our love

For the first time

And we were walking all night

To taste our fear of darkness

Every time when I looking in your eyes

I see sorrow of love

And you still let me to touch your pure heart

Remember how we had our dreams

And we suppose to share them

But now dark angel took them away from us

In the midnight when moon and stars shows up

And we were dancing all night

Can you remember it?

And when you kiss me it makes me feel alive

And the touch full of passion

It makes me like I am in heaven

Tales from the Dark Chapter- 2

  

Once Upon a Time, a girl named Alice lived in a castle with her step-sister and her step-sister's boy-friend. Alice and her sister hated each other. One day, Alice stole her step-sister's wedding ring and ran away. Her sister sent out guards to find Alice. When they found her, they brought her to the castle of the prince (the step-sister's boyfriend / Jax). That night when the guards came back with, Alice the step-sister and the prince were sitting in front of the lit fireplace. The step-sister grabbed the ring and threw Alice into the fire. When the fire was out, all that was left of Alice was a part of her throat, the esophagus.

To this day, Alice is still looking for her sister to kill her. Of course, her sister is already dead but her spirit still exists. Go into the bathroom, in front of the mirror. Take a candle with you and light it. Turn off all of the lights except the candle and say her  name thirteen times (Alice...) and open your eyes, you might see her. But be careful, because every eight years is Friday the 13th  of February and if you ever mention her name in your life, on the 13th  she will give you a fright night because that is the night she got killed. The last time that it was a Friday the 13th.

Tales from the Dark Chapter- 1

K.D. (Kamalika Das) lives in a small area of Assam called Abhayapuri, where there is little more than gas stations, schools, houses and cows. She usually considered this place rather boring, but one night a few days before Halloween would change all that for her.

On this night, K.D. was driving her boyfriend to his house at about 8:30 p.m. being a person who says she can almost always sense imminent danger or evil, K.D.'s heart began to beat rapidly. For some unknown reason, chills ran down her spine and she began to perspire, even though she had the car's AC on full blast. "I was getting an eerie feeling that something evil was up ahead," she says.

We are all familiar with how an animal's eyes glow in a creepy way when a light is shone into them. "Up the hill about two minutes from my house, a black dog walked right in front of my car," K.D says. She thought it was peculiar that the animal was just casually walking across the road without any apparent fear of getting hit by her car. "I hit the brakes and managed to stop about five feet from the dog," she remembers. "It just stood there and stared at me. I turned on my high beams, and when I saw its eyes, they were a golden reddish tint. It stood there for about a minute, then walked away. I hit the gas and sped off, terrified. But when I looked back, the dog was nowhere in sight."

K.D. proceeded home but could not shake the weird feeling of dread that overcame her before and during her encounter with that black dog. Was it a harbinger of something more terrifying? K.D. believes it was a catalyst for a very disturbing dream a few nights later.

"I dreamed that I was in my room listening to music when it all of a sudden stopped," she recalls vividly. "I looked at my iPod and it was still playing, but there was no sound. I looked at my door and there was a man in a black trench coat staring at me. It wasn't the fact that there was a man in my room that freaked me out, it was his face. It was red with black cracks all over, and he had horns. His eyes were a deep gold with no pupil, and he had long fangs coming out of his mouth.

"I just sat there staring at him. Then he said, 'It's time....' And that's when I noticed a watch in his left hand. When he spoke, his breath came out as smoke and reeked of burning spoiled meat. He made a grab for my neck and that's when I woke up. The first smell that came to me was burning spoiled meat."