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it was my habit from my childhood i ran  out from my home in evenings i traveled  very  Licentiously my mother told me "come back to home  before  the evening time " my mother told me "dancing witches  and devils comes downs in evening " "please you should come back to home at time " but after all i went out i ran from home in the empty streets , lanes on the roads i wandered on graves it was my wish to see that body-less spirits to meet a shadow to see them dancing how they changes their shapes and reappears i wanted  to see my self running  in scare i wanted to tell all those dreadful stories to my friends and fellows "ghosts " " they look like this and that " but i had never seen nor their dance but today after a long when ever  evenings starts wind blows slowly darkness starts rising in my yard i started feeling scary phantoms of my sadness and shadows of my memories souls of my loved ones comes down to me they makes huge noises their voices gives too much  pain to my ears and then in this fear i remained scary and dreadful they all dance ghastly now i feels UN-comfort in evenings now sometimes i laugh on myself ,on my childish wish now i remember what my mother told me  once now "when ever evenings starts haunting souls  and witches comes down " "those  witches dance very dreadfully come back to home at time  ... my dear "
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
memory " a ghost "
it was my habit from my childhood i ran  out from my home in evenings i traveled  very  Licentiously my mother told me "come back to home  before  the evening time " my mother told me "dancing witches  and devils comes downs in evening " "please you should come back to home at time " but after all i went out i ran from home in the empty streets , lanes on the roads i wandered on graves it was my wish to see that body-less spirits to meet a shadow to see them dancing how they changes their shapes and reappears i wanted  to see my self running  in scare i wanted to tell all those dreadful stories to my friends and fellows "ghosts " " they look like this and that " but i had never seen nor their dance but today after a long when ever  evenings starts wind blows slowly darkness starts rising in my yard i started feeling scary phantoms of my sadness and shadows of my memories souls of my loved ones comes down to me they makes huge noises their voices gives too much  pain to my ears and then in this fear i remained scary and dreadful they all dance ghastly now i feels UN-comfort in evenings now sometimes i laugh on myself ,on my childish wish now i remember what my mother told me  once now "when ever evenings starts haunting souls  and witches comes down " "those  witches dance very dreadfully come back to home at time  ... my dear "
kainat_rasheed
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19/F/pakistan
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
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