Death Paradise

 Kolkata : Metro service between Dum Dum and Maidan station were disrupted on Morning after a 22-years -  women committed suicide at sovabazar sutanuti. The women was later identified as Rimpa Das,a resident of Grish Avenue. The reasons behind her taking this step could not be ascertained. She jumped in front of a Kavi Nazrul - bond train at 7:40am. The motorman applied emergency brakes, but could not stop the train on time. By the time it stopped, three compartments had already passed over her. Commuters were evacuated and the train reversed to recover her mutilated remains. The body was handed over to police around 8:15am. Normal services resumed around 8:17am,a senior Metro officer said. He said all service between Dum Dum and Maidan had to be stopped as power in the third line had to be switched off to retrieve the body. Normal services were run between Maidan and Kavi Nazrul, though There have been 19 suicide attempts on Metro tracks this year. While five persons were rescued ,the remaining lost their lives. We have taken some measures to prevent suicides station staff keep a lookout for people behaving strangely. Commuters are also forbidden from getting too close to platform edges.

Police Report –

College student Rimpa Das, a resident of Grish Avenue, had left her handbag on the platform before jumping on the track. “Inside the bag was a piece of paper in which the girl had scribbled her landline number and made a plea to convey the news of her death to her parents,” said an officer.

The news reached the girl’s family around 8.30am. “Rimpa as usual had left home around 7.10am for her tuition class,” said Cousin Anju Kesh. “She was the only daughter of her parents who wanted to marry her off quickly. But Rimpa wanted to complete her studies first.”

Neighbors said Rimpa had a relationship with one of her college friends but her family was against the relationship. Family sources, however, denied knowledge about any such affair.

   

Swanwick station

When I was 18 I had a girlfriend who lived 20 miles away at Park Gate. To get to, and from there I regularly used the train from Cosham to Swanwick station. To get home on this particular Sunday evening, I arrived at 11:00 pm on Swanwick station. It is a fairly remote and dingy station and it was unusual for anybody else to be there at this hour, but a lady in her late 40's or early 50's was seated waiting for the last train. She was about 5ft 4 inches tall, of plump build, with permed hair, and was wearing a "camel" coat and was carrying a very large canvas shopping bag, which had a tartan pattern on.

I sat down to wait for the train (which were frequently late). After a few minutes the lady asked if there was a train as she "had to get back to Portsmouth". I told her that I was also waiting for the same train and that it should be along soon. Several times she asked the same question and reinforced that she "must get back to Portsmouth". When the train eventually did arrive, she remained seated but became very agitated and began to cry. I told her that this was the last train, but several times between sobs she repeated: "I can't go back". I asked if I could help, and suggested that if she got on the train that perhaps we could talk about any problems she had. But again she said "I can't go back". Meanwhile the guard had got off of the train to point out that this was the last train on that night and that if I was getting on I should hurry (from his angle he probably couldn't see the lady). Reluctantly I got on the train, and as it pulled out of the station I could see her sobbing.

On the journey home I felt guilty about leaving her, as she was obviously very upset about something. On arriving home at Cosham I telephoned the Police at Park Gate and briefly related the story and asked if perhaps somebody could visit the railway station and see if she was ok. I gave a description of her height, dress, and the bag she was carrying. I assumed that perhaps some domestic dispute was the cause of her distress.

On arriving home from work the next evening (Monday) my mother drew my attention to an article in the local paper, "The Evening News". She knew that I caught the train from Swanwick and this article was appealing for witnesses to an accident near that station. I immediately recognized the photograph included in the article as the lady from the previous evening, the description of her clothing, height, dress and bag also matched perfectly. The article was appealing for witnesses to an accident where the lady had been killed whilst walking along the railway lines.... ON THE SATURDAY EVENING.

I telephoned the newspaper and suggested that they had confused the dates, and that I had spoken to the lady, they checked and to my surprise insisted that the accident had been on Saturday. I then telephoned the police who listened to my story, and indeed confirmed that I had reported the incident on Sunday evening, however were adamant that the incident had occurred on Saturday.

In a subsequent article in the local paper I learned that the lady was called Maureen Hampton, she was a patient in a local mental hospital (Coldeast). She had been allowed out on the Saturday and had been to Portsmouth. Returning in the evening she had missed the station at Swanwick and got off of the train at the next stop (Bursledon), not being familiar with the area she had decided to walk the short distance back to Swanwick along the lines, and been struck by a train.

Now, I wish I had remained or touched her!!! However, I caught the bus after this!

Contributed by Peter McKechnie

Highway

This happened back in 1993. I was driving home with my girlfriend after a date to the movies. It was late on a cold, clear January night. There were no clouds. There was no fog. It was about 12:30 a.m. As we approached a hill, I pulled into the slow lane and just as I merged there was a man in the middle of my lane! He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a red baseball hat. He had his head down and was walking briskly with his hands in his pockets. When I say he was in the middle of my lane, I mean he was no more than twenty or thirty feet from the middle of my hood! I was traveling about 45 mph and was about to hit this man! Horrifying!

Before I could react and hit my brakes, my girlfriend screamed. I shut my eyes, broke hard, and entered into a skid. She kept screaming and became hysterical. I felt shivers and chills all through my body. Pure terror! When we came to a stop in the middle of the highway, it was bitter cold inside the compartment of the car. We could see our breath and the windows were covered with condensation on the inside. Granted it was about 25 degrees outside, but we had been driving for about a half an hour and the heater had it nice and toasty in the car.

The battery was drained and the lights were dimmed and the car would not start for a couple of minutes. When it did, we sped off and drove as fast as we could to our homes. My girlfriend was so hysterical she could not speak! When she was able to speak she told me (and her pastor, my family, and her family) that we did indeed hit the man, but that he walked straight through the car! That night, we returned to the spot of the incident (with reinforcements, of course!) to make sure we had not killed anyone. All was well and we returned home to try and get some sleep.

This occurred when I was in college and I would not talk about this until recently. I am 40 years old now, and this is as fresh in my memory as if it happened last night, not 18 years ago. I know this  sounds like stories you see on Tv from other people telling their stories, but it happened. I know what I saw, felt, and experienced that night. It made me a believer in the spirit world and I am still dealing with "what was that" to this day. When I bump into my old girlfriend now, this topic comes up each time. It has profoundly affected her life as well.

Since this incident I have heard of this happening in this location to two other people and they have had the exact same experience. It is a mystery who or what this is as there is no physical description of this person or story of an accident that I can find to coincide with a person fitting this description. 

The top of

this hill is a blind hill on a curve and there have been several people killed there in auto accidents over the years. That is all I have been able to learn.

I have had a couple of other experiences since that time, but not as up close and personal as this. I have to drive this stretch of highway each to and from work. Not a trip goes by that I don't remember this encounter. I guess I should feel lucky that this entity did not attach and follow one of us home.

this hill is a blind hill on a curve and there have been several people killed there in auto accidents over the years. That is all I have been able to learn.

I have had a couple of other experiences since that time, but not as up close and personal as this. I have to drive this stretch of highway each to and from work. Not a trip goes by that I don't remember this encounter. I guess I should feel lucky that this entity did not attach and follow one of us home.

3:00 AM

There was a 21 year old girl named Linda. She lived alone in an apartment building. She had just gotten ready for bed and was turning off the light and getting under the covers. She was exhausted from a long day of work at the mall. She started dozing off when she heard a low moan. "What was that?" she thought, fully awaken. She assumed it was just in her imagination, so she tried to fall asleep again.

After about 20 minutes, it happened again, except it was even louder this time, and it sort of vibrated the bed. Now she was creeped out. "What could that be?" she whispered to herself under her breath. It happened again, now even louder, vibrating the bed even harder. She was pretty certain that it was coming from under the bed. "I’m 21 now... I can’t still be afraid of things under the bed!" she thought. She didn’t know what the heck it was. Then she wondered if she should look under there and see what it was.

Even though she was an adult, she was still not sure about doing that. She quickly pondered what it might be. But she couldn’t think of anything. She doesn’t keep anything down there. She heard whatever it was, moan again, now shaking the bed, as if there was a giant fan with only one blade in the box spring. Finally, she managed to gather enough courage, to check... swallowing hard and feeling faint as the bed shook and the moaning filled the room. She slowly and quietly sat up, began to bend down over the side of her bed, and reached down to pull up the bed skirt. She got a hold of it, her hand trembling. Suddenly there was a moan so loud, and a vibration so harsh, the whole floor practically shook. She jumped, almost falling out of the bed, then quickly pulled herself back onto the bed, covering herself up to her eyes in the covers. She thought about waiting until morning, but there’s no way she could sleep through this. Suddenly she heard another moan, louder than ever, with a vibration harder than any of them yet! Then it all stopped abruptly half way.... Linda shut her eyes tight, trembling with suspense, on what might happen.

All of a sudden, she felt like she was being watched. Then she felt a breath. Warm, fowl, vomit inducing breath that she could even smell through the covers, too disgusting for a human to possess, being blown on her face. She kept her eyes closed, and her lips squeezed shut, trying not to scream. After three minutes of deep breath, and exhaling on her, she couldn’t bear it any longer. Gagging, she was about to puke. With more courage that she had ever had, she very slowly, started opening one of her eyes, to peek at whatever it was, getting ready to scream, as she opened just enough to see.

She saw something... something that made her blood turn to ice, something that gave her Goosebumps on her Goosebumps. Teeth. Gigantic, sharp, yellow, 4-inch teeth in a blood curdling grin the size of a manhole cover. Up a bit, two big red bloodshot eyes with the circumference of a grapefruit and pupils the size of baseballs. Linda screamed. She jumped out of the bed and ran for the door. She hadn’t turned the handle all the way before pulling due to her hurry to get away. That slowed her down, but she got it open a second later, and went running down the hall, hyperventilating.

She could hear heavy footsteps right behind her, thumping loudly on the hard wood floor. She went to take the turn to go downstairs but slipped on the slippery, painted wood, sliding and missing her chance to go downstairs, and hitting her head on the floor as she slid further down the hallway. She quickly pulled herself together as fast as she could, getting up and trying her roommate's sturdy door at the end of the hallway. It was unlocked and she fled in, closing and locking it behind her. Her roommate wasn’t anywhere in sight at first. Then Linda looked to the left where her bed was, and saw fresh blood slowly oozing out from under it... not to mention the arm that was sticking out from under it also, with her roommate’s bracelet on. Tears started streaming down Linda’s face. She could hear loud bangs against the door. BANG... BANG... it was trying to come in, and she could hear the door starting to split. Then, a red claw busted through, with nails as long as rulers and as sharp and pointy as knives. It unlocked the door through the hole, and came running in.

It was huge. It's whole body was red, with rough looking bumpy skin, and it was in human form. Except for the head, BIG red and round, with the same terrible toothy grin. It saw Linda, and started to come at her, fast. Linda, without thinking much, jumped out of the way and the thing ripped through the screen in the open window behind her. She heard a shriek, then a crack on the driveway outside. The neighbors had called the police because of Linda's terrified scream. When the police arrived, Linda was OK, and they found the roommates body, yet nobody found the thing, anywhere..

Black Blood

www.slipknot-metal.com

You found me

through the maggots

Connected to the metal

Were both on the same level

Placing my face near the screen

Can you feel my pulse

Don't be another false dream

You are beyond worth the miles

Bring me purity

to my salvation

of twisted and dark light

My heart is pumping

out black blood

till you heal

and rekindle it

to pump for your love

Before I forget

Don't become just a lust

Take my trust

to the grave

Lets not become

one another s dead memories..  

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Dead House

I got this great job working at hospital. I really get to do something I enjoy. Taking care of others has always been a passion. I work on one of the hardest floors, the Cancer floor. We always have the same patients, and not a whole lot of them make it. This makes my job hard in a lot of ways. Anyways I have seen my share of death since I started here. I work at  night shift.

Well at night it can be a little creepy when you have to go to the morgue. One night myself and a co-worker were taking someone down to the morgue. Now let me explain. Our morgue is a little freezer box that is in the basement and smells horrible. Plus it has a ramp to get into it. So she and I wheel the body down there and we push it up the ramp and then we argue over who is going to push the body in. Of course I lose so I swing the freezer door open push in the body and slam the door shut. We start to fill out our paper work when we both look up at each other. She says to me "did you here that"? I said "i think so!" we both turn and look at the door. We both got cold chills and the hair on our arms were standing straight up. It sounded like someone was crying out help.. We froze turned looked at each other and ran out.

Half way down the hall she asked if I really heard what she did? "Yea I did" I tell her. So I was telling one of my friend's who is a nurse on our floor also the story. She tells me that she has had similar things happen to her in the morgue also... To this day I will not go alone, and try and get out of going at all...

We also have a tradition on our floor. That when someone passes away we open the window so the soul of that person is not trapped in the hospital to roam. I not making this up it truly happened. If you don't believe me I don't care... I know and so does everyone else who works there.

                                                                 

Killing Is My Business..

Killing Is My Business..

I am  Hitman 

Always hit the mark

Paid assassin

Working after dark

Looking through the night

Using infra-red

My target on you

Aimed at your head

$10.000 up front

$10.000 when I'm through

And I know just what to do

And ya know I'll do it too

Then I'm coming back for you

Back for you!

I do the "getting rid of"

Don't tell me why

Don't need to hear the truth

Don't need the lies

Now pay me quickly

And now we're through

It brings me great pleasure

To say my next job is you

Don't you know that

Killing is my business

And business is good

You'd better believe it. 

  

 

                                       

Strange Phenomenon

This is a strange phenomenon still happening with me and my family since last 10 years.

I used to stay at our previous home located at Howrah. I do not remember when all started but slowly all family member had started realizing something strange is happening in our house. We used to stay at second floor and there were people staying at the third floor.

From ceiling of our home we used to hear abnormal voice like someone is pulling furniture all over the house, someone is paying with marbles and we can easily hear someone dropping marbles on floor. We thought might be someone at third floor playing with marbles or pulling furniture here and there. Slowly we started hearing the same voice during midnight also. Some time even during no one presence at that home.

I do not know when but slowly we started feeling something moving around us and enter in our body, mostly when we are trying to get sleep. When I felt that I thought might be that one my imagination or maybe I am suffering from illness. But the entry used to happen again and again. When something enters in my body, I cannot move my body except my eyeballs. I tried very much to get myself free but for few seconds I cannot move at all. After few seconds I gets free and can have proper movement of my body.

Sometimes this happened frequently again and again within an hour. I was scared and was not aware what to do. I thought If I tell others, people may laugh at me and may not take me seriously. One day during discussion my sister and brother had shared same experience with me, which had confirmed me that something strange is going on in our house. We as usual have met many people like, fakirs and babas but non of them have able to solve the problem. Later we shifted to our new house at new Mumbai but still the phenomenon is happening at a low strength. I and my family still trying to get rid of this.  

 Story  By- Kabir

Sukumar Das,

the inspector-in-charge of Khardah police station, got the shock of his life when he picked up the phone on Monday afternoon. The agitated voice at the other end pleaded with the inspector to rush to his aid as soon as possible. Was it a thief? A local tough? A fraudster? No. Ratan Das, the caller, was complaining of ghost attacks in his house.

Das said strange things were happening in his house at Midland Place in the Rahara area over the past fortnight. Often, family members saw household items toppling out of shelves. "One day, the door of our refrigerator suddenly developed cracks and fell off. We also saw flower vases trembling and falling on the floor without anyone even getting near them," complained Das, a clerk at Barrackpore court.

If that was scary enough, worse things were reserved for the family. A few days ago, Das' daughter Rima, who will sit for Madhyamik next year, was reportedly pushed hard from behind and she fell on the floor. But there was no one standing behind her. "My books were also set on fire last week," said the frightened girl.

But the last straw was when the Dases noticed on Monday morning that a corner of the bed had caught fire and the almirah doors had swung open. All the clothes inside shirts, sarees and other garments had been cut up in different sizes. Das called up the police in a few hours.

"My family and I are under tremendous mental trauma. The ghostly happenings are posing a threat to our lives. My wife and daughter are so upset that they want to leave the house right now. Please come and help me," Das said.

The Khardah inspector went to the house with his team. News of the ghost attacks had spread like wildfire in the area and curious neighbors had gathered there to see what was going on.

Some local social activists, who heard of the incident, also arrived at the house to find out what was happening. They found the house in a mess, with the mattress on the bed half-burnt.

Police suspect that some neighbours may be behind the mischief. "We are trying to give the family moral support and probing who is causing trouble," said an officer.

Love and Hate

When a person turns to wrong, is it a want to be, belong?

Part of things at any cost, at what price a life is lost

At what point do we begin, fighter spirit a will to win

But what makes a man decide, take the wrong or righteous road

There's a thin line between love and hate

Wider divide that you can see between good and bad

There's a grey place between black and white

But everyone does have the right to choose the path that he takes

We all like to put the blame on society these days

But what kind of good or bad a new generation brings

Sometimes take just more than that to survive be good at heart

There is evil in some of us no matter what will never change

I will hope, my soul will fly, so I will live forever

Heart will die, my soul will fly, and I will live forever

Just a few small tears between someone happy and one sad

Just a thin line drawn between being a genius or insane

At what age begin to learn of which way out we will turn

There's a long and winding road and the trail is there to burn

There's a thin line between love and hate

Wider divide that you can see between good and bad

There's a grey place between black and white

But everyone does have the right to choose the path that he takes

I will hope, my soul will fly, so I will live forever

Heart will die, my soul will fly, and I will live forever.