Phantom Encounter Ghost as Customer 2020

Phantom Encounter Ghost as Customer 2020

Phantom Encounter Ghost as Customer 2020
Phantom Encounter Ghost as Customer 2020

Friends, my name is Jignesh Patel, and I belong to a Gujarati family. I live with my parents in a satellite expansion in Ahmedabad. Dad is a confectioner and mother a homemaker. I am still scared of this five-year-old incident. Today I am going to tell you the anecdote, which while writing, even today, my heart bursts on remembering that incident. Lightning flashes in my Rome. The old Jignesh (I), who never believed in ghosts and devils, would tremble through every dark street today. My condition is that today I sleep with the lights on at night. My father was a strict man. In the examination of class XII, my failure broke the dam of my father's patience and he beat me and threw me out of the house. I ran from Ahmedabad to Rajkot city. Where a friend supported living, but who would work for a class XII Fell Student? I did not get a job but I did not lose courage and adopted my father's business, selling confectionery and snacks. On the footpath on Gondal Road in Rajkot, I started putting up a handbag of Gathia (Gujarati snack) Poori vegetable. I had already learned from my father to do confectionery and to make all kinds of food/snacks. Everything used to come but I do not know why my work was not going on. During the day, only two customers would come and throw all the cooked (breakfast/food) pieces. On Gondal Road, where the jamming used to be, it was a busy place. There was a crowd on every handcart standing in front of me, but my work was stopped.

Ghost as Customer 2020
I gave up and decided to apologize for selling everything and going back home and lying in my father's feet. The story of my fear began at 12 o'clock at exactly two o'clock on the day of my return home. I was standing in my bag. There was not much crowd around. I started kissing on the wall nearby. When I started to kiss on that wall, then I got a bit of a shock. And such a terrible voice was heard that my senses flew away. I felt as if a thirsty person had been satisfied with drinking water and had become happy. There was a slight delay, people gathered around me and I fell on the ground. And there was a customer standing on my hand. People picked me up, gave them water and I also got up and went to understand the customer on my hand. That person was somewhat strange. He told me to pack all that is in each of your vessels. Even before tying the goods, he stole the money. I was not happy. The man took all the food/breakfast in my bag but gave me more money too. And he did not take back even the missing money. I got the courage I decided to stop and that man came every day to buy all the things made by me. One day I went for a walk. And did not remove the bag that day. The next day, when he arrived at work with a bag, the man stood in front of me and started staring angrily at me with his blood red-blooded eyes. And I just said, "I supported you in your trouble." And you paid for it by starving me yesterday… Now I will teach you a lesson… ”After speaking so much, the man went to the stone lying near that wall and went to kiss, but he disappeared there. His threat and his disappearance were filled with sweat. And leaving his bag at the same time, without taking tickets from Rajkot, he fled to Ahmadabad. Apologized to Dad. And now I am extending my hand in my father's work. Now I do not want to go to Rajkot city, but I also want to see its map. Every moment, this fear keeps haunting how that mystery may take revenge on me.

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