Its quarter past 2 am, and im in my office. Which is in a remote corner of rawalpindi, my home is about a mile or so away through dark streets and a nice graveyard. My previous attempt to get home was thwarted by the sight of two children playing on the street at 1am, the thought of them being some sort of devil child like from the Omen and the qabristan.
The night is still ahead of me, and its pretty uncomfortable here. not to mention all my friends have abandoned me :1
Should i attempt to cross the gravelined way home?
shabbash meray sher, that was one funny journal entry.
One time I was walking my dog around midnight on a freezing winter night. In the dim street lights I noticed a young person walking towards us, about 100 feet from us. He had just appeared out of nowhere and had a peculiar appearence. This was mid 90s and he had bell bottomed pants and had long 70s hair and a fitting shirt and the oddest thing was that he had dark, big framed sunglasses on. The only reason I noticed him was that my dog stopped in his tracks and then started walking towards him in a low hunched position. This was on the 11th avenue and there was no sectors 11 in Islamabad, all wilderness. I looked at my dog for a split second to calm him and when I looked up again the man had disappered. I let my dog loose as by this time he was tugging me with him, this is a 27" tall german shepherd I am talking about. He darted towards the wild bushes where I had last seen the man. I ran after the dog and about 50-100 feet into the kutcha I found myslef between 20/25 graves. My dog was running around from grave to grave sniffing the ground. We spent the next 15 minutes in the graveyard till Boris lost interest and calmed down and then we walked back home.
LuxuryItem i've done the ouija board thing. we climbed to the top of a hill, lit our candles in a building that was supposed to be a tomb, and invited the spirits to join in the fun.