A Short Note: Look, friends. First of all I would like to tell u all that this is not a joke or just a story. These types of things happen nowadays too, and even though many people do not believe it this is actually true as I experienced it firsthand. STORY: I live in a small flat in the city Karachi, Pakistan. Our flat is much the same as other ordinary flats except there is one thing that disturbs our peaceful flat. There is a rumour in our flat about a girl who lived a miserable life on the top floor of the seventh block in our flat. (Our flat is divided into seven blocks)Her parents died at the age of 20. She, driven mad by her parent’s ill-treatment and strict control imposed on her, committed suicide by running her head into the back wall of our flat and then being run over by a car. After this horrific accident, a rumour spread that the poor mad girl’s spirit resided in the wall and in that house, tormenting whoever came near. This was further provoked after many people reported chills up their spines and fear while walking near the wall. Furthermore, story was backed by another which reported that while living in the house the people witnessed horrific illusions and experienced uneasiness and a feeling of being watched. They also had an uneasy sleep with nightmares, all showing about the torture’s the girl had to endure. These unhappy people either left the house or lived with dreaming about these nightmares, going mad and committed suicide. Others boldly stayed there, determined not to move soon died mysteriously. People thought it was a coincidence but they could shut their eyes against it no longer after the death of brave Mr. Smith. He lived there alone. He had a dream that he was hanging from the ceiling with the words stay away carved on his forehead. He ignored the warning and was found by some visitors in that position some days later. After that the house was shut down and soon people in our flat forgot all about and lived peacefully………… Before this incident it was a common rule amongst us boys that at night we would all come out and play. That night, someone suggested we should play hide and seek on the seventh block. We agreed. We had heard about the famous ‘Mr. Smith story’, as we called it, but as nothing had happened recently, we ignored the warning. But that night we paid the price. Ahmad, a fearless boy of 16 was chosen the first ‘seeker’. The rest of us hid in one group on the second highest floor outside someone’s door. Fayzan stealthily came to our floor but did not see us. But he thought he saw someone standing on the top floor. He went to the top and we all looked from our places, cursing the idiot who had decided to hide on the top all alone. Fayzan grabbed his shoulder and started shouting ‘ampress! Ampress!’ The ‘boy’ whipped around and we saw it was a girl. Her face was covered with blood stains and she had a gash through her skull. She had long nails and her face-an evil, horrifying looking face-lit up with a most venomous smile! Seeing her we all gave a scream and rushed out of the block while behind us we could hear the mad cackling of the witch. Ahmad was weeping and we all rushed home as soon as we got out. That was the last time we ever visited that place but kept a reasonable distance. The peace in our flat was once again disrupted. THE END……..
GUD IF ITS NOT TRUE!LOOK IM NOT FIGHTING BUT TELLING U WHY I THINK ITS FAKE.MR SMITH....HIS NAME IS COMPLETELY ENGLISH!FROM WHERE DID HE COME IN TO PAKISTAN.AGAIN IM SORRY IF U DONT LIKE WHAT I SAID BUT ITS AN OPINION.HOPE U UNDERSTAND!
Ummmmm if the condition of the flat is like this why are you guys not leaving and why isn,t the flat being closed look i am not fighting but i am just confused in it and in an another thing that quran tells that there are jinn but not churails (witch) again i am not fighting