I wanted to go in but wasn’t allowed to , but still I did what I was able to. I didn’t give up hopes and kept on praying for my best friend’s life.
Now your favourite love songs meant something more,you sung along those lines,you smiled,you blushed,you had dreamy eyes,you were lost in thoughts,you spent most of your day in front of the mirror,j
Agnes Hazlowe picks at her food. She talks to whoever is nearby, seeming not to care whether they listen. She fantasizes, the doctors say, and is unable to differentiate reality.
This is a story of a boy and a girl where the girl always avoided the boy but after a fire accident which took away her life the boy discovered diary.
He’d slither through stores, stalking women and writing notes, but never approaching them. Just watching. Nothing harmful, until you were alone with him.
Most people won’t come to know all this. Especially the higher management. Because employees like that are so busy working they don’t have time to please the higher-ups.
He stopped the motor bike and turns back, he was shocked that voice was none other than his elder sister Sharada, who passed away few years back in the fire incident.
As the ‘Coat-man’ was about to burn my head, I found my hand on a solid stick coming out of the fire and smashed the red hot poker through the breast pocket of the coat,
This is real life story of my father and grandmother of their 20 years of life-changing struggle.
A month later I was open again, this time with extra staff. I never did see my ghostly friend again but sometimes I’d go to visit him