"What are you doing in my house?" I screeched. "You are dead. Come, join us." He grinned.

Each night I passed the hall, I saw him sitting in the same position: one leg crossed on other and both hands rested on ...

A tragic tale of a father who sacrifices everything for a child who commits suicide

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As he joined her in her laughter, the graveyard was once again filled with the laughter of the ghost couple.

"Maybe I won't be able to build a Taj Mahal for you, but one day I will build a home for us. Not after you, but with you...

Each night for last one week, I heard faint sound of footsteps coming from the hall, downstairs....

Story of a kid, who could feel a presence around him, which could not be explained..