A true ghost story from Bangladesh: after my relative's murder and cremation, I saw a spirit on an empty road. Read what really happened.
A True Ghost Story From a Dhaka Cremation Ground
The White-Robed Man on the Demra Road I've never believed in ghosts. Not really. In our religion, we believe the soul doesn't just wander around after death — it's reborn, again and again. That's what I grew up believing. Except, maybe, for the ones who die badly. Suicide. Murder. Those souls, some people say, don't get to move on so easy. They stick around as something else. I used to hear that and shrug it off. Then this happened, and now I don't know what to think anymore. It was a Monday. December 2nd. Early morning, and my phone rang. Nobody calls me that early — not my friends, not even my own family, really. So when I saw it was my younger brother, I already felt off before he even said a word. He told me a relative of ours — I won't name him — had been killed. Murdered, by people we didn't know. Just like that, over the phone, before I'd even had my tea. I don't remember exactly what I said back. I think I told him to hang up, that I'd ca…
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Subham Halder is the creator and author of True Horror Feed. He researches and writes about true scary stories, paranormal experiences, folklore, urban legends, mythology, and unexplained incidents, with an emphasis on distinguishing documented info…
