This is something that happened to my great grandfather and since then this story passed down from generation to generation from my grandfather to my mother and finally to me. And now I'm going tell the story to you guys and why not, you guys have been such great friends and for that I'm going to share this story with you all. So here's the story.
My great gramps was coming home after finishing some job of his and it was nearly midnight when he made his return home. This was something very normal for him as he made this journey at least 4 days a month. My grandma always said that he was the biggest skeptic she knew. If he herd Any talk of supernatural he would just burst in to laughs and said "those are just bunch of baloonies to scare little kids". He wasn't a bad person or anything he just didn't like his kids being scared of such 'little things'. He believed that it could damage their personality and eventually ruin their lives. So to make his kids laugh at supernatural instead of being scared at them he continued to do so.
But it all changed that fateful night. That night something really scared him( I mean really... SCARED him) that it changed him completely.
He was waking down the road. Its not a kind of road we see today, it was a dusty one, one filled with rock pebbles, sand and It was a dirty brown road. It was nearly midnight (as mentioned before) when he made his return home. The surrounding was thick black and eri noises howled the night. Crickets were making their scartching sounds. Trees were rastling and their shadows appeared like dancing demons. But the noises nor the shadows bothered my great gramps. He just went on with journey. But suddenly everything stopped. The rastling the noises the shadows they all stopped. Everything was so still. It seemed like the world has stopped. And all of a sudden a spine chilling wind flew through. My gramps was alarmed. He felt something wrong. He felt wrong about the atmosphere. Of all his journies and all his life he never felt like this. The whole thing was so supernatural. "But, no it can't be.. There are no such thing as ghosts" he thought.
But could he be wrong. He speeded up and started to walk faster . The silent grew stronger and stronger. Not a sound to be heared. The surrounding was ice cold. He couldn't deny it anymore for the first time in his life he felt scared. Felt fear of the supernatural. His whole life he has been laughing at supernatural but now he couldn't even fake a smile.
At the far end of the road he saw a small ball of light. It was so tiny that he couldn't even tell whether it was there or not. But with every step he took towards it increased it 's volume. With every step it appeared more menacing. It appeared in a more darker form. The light ball slowly shifted it shape in to a tall dark human figure.
Now my great gramps was sure, sure that this is something supernatural. And he was scared to death. But some how he managed to hold it together. He tried to talk some senses to himself, but it didn't work at all.
He suddenly remember that ghost can't hurt people who aren't afraid of them. So he decided to put that theory to test. So instead of running away he walked towards the figure. Again with every step that he took the figure grew taller taller and taller wider wider and wider until it grew in to a humangus proportion that it covered the whole road. There was no where for my grams to run. He was trapped like a mouse.
The figure was of a woman. Her whole body and face, hair every thing was black. Blacker than the night it self. She had two blood red eyes glowing and burning with anger.


