💀 A True Ghost Story: Love That Returned After Death
Today, I want to share a chilling story that I heard from my aunt—an eerie incident she personally experienced.
This happened many years ago. My aunt used to work as a teacher in a small private primary school. Since the salary was low, she had to take private tuition to support herself. She lived in a rented house with my uncle (her brother). Neither of them was married. They both taught students to earn their living.
Every day, my aunt would return home from school, rest a bit, and then go out around 5 PM to tutor students at their homes. This story happened during the winter season.
That day was no different. She followed her regular routine, left around 5 PM, and after finishing her tuitions, she was heading back home. It was around 9:30 PM—quite late during winter evenings when the roads are mostly deserted.
She lived in a neighborhood called *Katuli*, and had to cross an area called *Rajbandh* for tuition. On the way, there was a Muslim locality with a large graveyard at its edge—surrounded by tall boundary walls. The street had only a few dim lights, each spaced far apart, barely lighting the road except around the poles.
While walking home, she was knitting a woolen sweater with her hands, something many women used to do back then. She didn’t notice that her ball of wool had fallen on the road.
Suddenly, she heard a hoarse voice from behind, “Madam, your wool.”
Startled, she turned around. In the dim light, she could hardly see the person’s face. A shadowy figure approached her and handed over the wool. “Thank you,” she said.
The boy smiled slightly and asked, “Do you live nearby, Madam?”
She replied, “No, I live in the next neighborhood. Why do you ask?”
The boy said, “I came from out of town. I’m looking for someone who’s supposed to live here… someone I love. Her name is *Reshmi*. She got married here, and I came to see her one last time.”
My aunt was surprised. “I don’t know her,” she replied.
Still, she was curious. Who was this boy wandering alone in the dark looking for a married woman? She thought of getting a better look at him. So she continued talking and slowly walked toward a nearby streetlight.
But just before reaching the light, the boy said, “Alright, Madam. Thank you, I’ll be going now,” and disappeared into the darkness.
Puzzled that she couldn't see his face, she resumed walking and returned home.
While having dinner, her brother (my uncle) casually said, “Did you hear what happened? A boy committed suicide today in the Muslim neighborhood. He wasn’t from around here. They buried him this evening in the graveyard.”
“Why did he commit suicide?” she asked.
“He came looking for a girl he loved, but she had already gotten married and moved here. Unable to cope, he ended his life.”
My aunt froze. The boy she spoke with—was that **his ghost**?
Had he come back even after death… searching for his lost love?
She told my uncle everything, and he scolded her:
“Why do you take the graveyard route at night? One day, something will strangle you from behind!”
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**What do you think?**
Can someone who truly loves… return from the dead, just to see their beloved one last time?
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