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Shivani Abbaraju

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Most of my childhood was filled with leg aches (feet being the main intensifying source). Sometimes I would just wake up in the middle of the night & cry when it got unbearable. Sometimes Mom used to massage my feet a little bit if she woke up too. But over the time I got quite habitual of the pain. Would sleep if pain was still bearable. One such night I was trying to sleep while oscillating the big toe forward & backwards for relieving some pain, I felt as if mom was massaging my feet. I kept my eyes closed & enjoyed the massage. After a while I told her to stop & go to sleep as the pain won't go that easy. But she kept on pressing. I opened my eyes, got up to tell her again when I saw no one was there & mom was sleeping beside me. And when I looked again, a shadow in front of me left through the window. Next day morning I told my mom about the incident as a horror story. She, turning the whole episode into a religious way, said it was Sai Baba who couldn't see me in pain & hence decided to help me out. And I was & still convinced by her theory as this was a good gesture & no harm was done. PS: At that age I claimed that I spoke to Sai Baba regularly. Nobody took interest in it so no one really remembers what he spoke as before my birth no one believed in Baba. It was me who introduced him to the family. There's no spiritual/supernatural/paranormal section, so adding this to horror. #yqbaba #yqhorror #yqscary #paranormal #supernatural #saibaba

Most of my childhood was filled with leg aches (feet being the main intensifying source). Sometimes I would just wake up in the middle of the night & cry when it got unbearable. Sometimes Mom used to massage my feet a little bit if she woke up too. But over the time I got quite habitual of the pain. Would sleep if pain was still bearable. One such night I was trying to sleep while oscillating the big toe forward & backwards for relieving some pain, I felt as if mom was massaging my feet. I kept my eyes closed & enjoyed the massage. After a while I told her to stop & go to sleep as the pain won't go that easy. But she kept on pressing. I opened my eyes, got up to tell her again when I saw no one was there & mom was sleeping beside me. And when I looked again, a shadow in front of me left through the window. Next day morning I told my mom about the incident as a horror story. She, turning the whole episode into a religious way, said it was Sai Baba who couldn't see me in pain & hence decided to help me out. And I was & still convinced by her theory as this was a good gesture & no harm was done. PS: At that age I claimed that I spoke to Sai Baba regularly. Nobody took interest in it so no one really remembers what he spoke as before my birth no one believed in Baba. It was me who introduced him to the family. There's no spiritual/supernatural/paranormal section, so adding this to horror. #yqbaba #yqhorror #yqscary #paranormal #supernatural #saibaba

Shivani Abbaraju

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Most of my childhood was filled with leg aches (feet being the main intensifying source). Sometimes I would just wake up in the middle of the night & cry when it got unbearable. Sometimes Mom used to massage my feet a little bit if she woke up too. But over the time I got quite habitual of the pain. Would sleep if pain was still bearable. One such night I was trying to sleep while oscillating the big toe forward & backwards for relieving some pain, I felt as if mom was massaging my feet. I kept my eyes closed & enjoyed the massage. After a while I told her to stop & go to sleep as the pain won't go that easy. But she kept on pressing. I opened my eyes, got up to tell her again when I saw no one was there & mom was sleeping beside me. And when I looked again, a shadow in front of me left through the window. Next day morning I told my mom about the incident as a horror story. She, turning the whole episode into a religious way, said it was Sai Baba who couldn't see me in pain & hence decided to help me out. And I was & still convinced by her theory as this was a good gesture & no harm was done. PS: At that age I claimed that I spoke to Sai Baba regularly. Nobody took interest in it so no one really remembers what he spoke as before my birth no one believed in Baba. It was me who introduced him to the family. There's no spiritual/supernatural/paranormal section, so adding this to horror. #yqbaba #yqhorror #yqscary #paranormal #supernatural #saibaba

Most of my childhood was filled with leg aches (feet being the main intensifying source). Sometimes I would just wake up in the middle of the night & cry when it got unbearable. Sometimes Mom used to massage my feet a little bit if she woke up too. But over the time I got quite habitual of the pain. Would sleep if pain was still bearable. One such night I was trying to sleep while oscillating the big toe forward & backwards for relieving some pain, I felt as if mom was massaging my feet. I kept my eyes closed & enjoyed the massage. After a while I told her to stop & go to sleep as the pain won't go that easy. But she kept on pressing. I opened my eyes, got up to tell her again when I saw no one was there & mom was sleeping beside me. And when I looked again, a shadow in front of me left through the window. Next day morning I told my mom about the incident as a horror story. She, turning the whole episode into a religious way, said it was Sai Baba who couldn't see me in pain & hence decided to help me out. And I was & still convinced by her theory as this was a good gesture & no harm was done. PS: At that age I claimed that I spoke to Sai Baba regularly. Nobody took interest in it so no one really remembers what he spoke as before my birth no one believed in Baba. It was me who introduced him to the family. There's no spiritual/supernatural/paranormal section, so adding this to horror. #yqbaba #yqhorror #yqscary #paranormal #supernatural #saibaba

rajat gupta

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If u Believe then it is Reality else either it is Supernatural or Physical Quantities #yqbaba #yqquotes #babayaga #reality #supernatural

If u Believe then it is Reality else either it is Supernatural or Physical Quantities #yqbaba #yqquotes #babayaga #reality #supernatural

Rabiya Nizam

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Not so dreamy (In Caption) Night enveloped the Sunshine The clock ticked nine; Breeze touched my face The orb seemed fine. I fell on bed To dwell in dream; It was the midnight

Not so dreamy (In Caption) Night enveloped the Sunshine The clock ticked nine; Breeze touched my face The orb seemed fine. I fell on bed To dwell in dream; It was the midnight

Sherlock Doyle

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The boy standing beside me on the empty platform asked why I had the number 22 tattooed on the back of my hand. When the train came, I pushed him onto the track as the 22 morphed into a 23. Would you like to know why I've the number 23 tattooed on the back of my hand? #boy #train #platform #question #murder #supernatural #number #hand

The boy standing beside me on the empty platform asked why I had the number 22 tattooed on the back of my hand. When the train came, I pushed him onto the track as the 22 morphed into a 23. Would you like to know why I've the number 23 tattooed on the back of my hand? #boy #train #platform #question #murder #supernatural #number #hand

Sherlock Doyle

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The graveyard near my new house didn't bother me. However, I'd second thoughts when the tombstones started appearing closer and closer. Solitude seemed to move further and further. #grave #tombstone #house #ghost #supernatural #possessed #fear #move

The graveyard near my new house didn't bother me. However, I'd second thoughts when the tombstones started appearing closer and closer. Solitude seemed to move further and further. #grave #tombstone #house #ghost #supernatural #possessed #fear #move

Sherlock Doyle

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With the gun ready, I kicked in the rotten door. I looked around the room for movements but found none. Then I heard the giggling and realized, I forgot to check the ceiling. There they're, the kids. #room #haunted #movement #giggles #ceiling #demons #supernatural #ghost

With the gun ready, I kicked in the rotten door. I looked around the room for movements but found none. Then I heard the giggling and realized, I forgot to check the ceiling. There they're, the kids. #room #haunted #movement #giggles #ceiling #demons #supernatural #ghost

KhaultiSyahi

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God Sometimes you just have to do what you can, when you can, and leave the rest to God! He has broader shoulders, tons more influence, and knows the right people! ~Roz Fruchtman ©KhaultiSyahi God 🙏 #God #supernatural #Prayers #Faith #khaultisyahi #valentinesweek #praytoparmatma #br💔ken #Nojoto

God Sometimes you just have to do what you can, when you can, and leave the rest to God! He has broader shoulders, tons more influence, and knows the right people! ~Roz Fruchtman ©KhaultiSyahi God 🙏 #God #supernatural #Prayers #Faith #khaultisyahi #valentinesweek #praytoparmatma #br💔ken #Nojoto

Jasmin Priya

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A surge of exhilaration floated through my veins as I was assigned the job of the dream-writer. Thanks to my extremely draining research paper “All things fancy” on the indecisive human mind, I had bagged this job. I have always wanted to experiment with unconventional dreams, dreams quite different from the usual fancy and illusionary world of riches. I believe that the world Humans live involves the Satanic line of thought. A bejewelled person in a shiny limousine is treated supreme as contrast to a wise mind in rags. Therefore, I have arrived to break the monotony , to rob humans of the fancy illusions. Since I m intrigued by ghosts and supernatural spirits, I intend to incorporate spooky elements in human dreams and take the world of Humans by storm . I love scaring the living daylights out of people. It’s a real turn on when I manipulate their dreams to an extent that they dream of bloodthirsty Brobdingnagian creatures salivating with their disembodied claws open, coming directly for the throat of the human dreamer. Sometimes the human would wake up, with eyes that spelt fatigue and sweat trickling down his person, putting a harsh end to all my thrilling manifestations...... (CONTINUED) Out of sheer sympathy, sometimes I put in eerie ghosts, but beautiful ones. I feel my idea of fanciness is not beauty, rather the little pleasures of life. Whether it is a fluttering butterfly or a haunting ghost in the red moon, all of it is fancy for me.I hate writers that write romance, elevating every simple thing and feeling to a complicated symbol of beauty, only to cater to the whims and fancies of Humans. Here is a little news flash for you, I am not a Human. Next then who a

A surge of exhilaration floated through my veins as I was assigned the job of the dream-writer. Thanks to my extremely draining research paper “All things fancy” on the indecisive human mind, I had bagged this job. I have always wanted to experiment with unconventional dreams, dreams quite different from the usual fancy and illusionary world of riches. I believe that the world Humans live involves the Satanic line of thought. A bejewelled person in a shiny limousine is treated supreme as contrast to a wise mind in rags. Therefore, I have arrived to break the monotony , to rob humans of the fancy illusions. Since I m intrigued by ghosts and supernatural spirits, I intend to incorporate spooky elements in human dreams and take the world of Humans by storm . I love scaring the living daylights out of people. It’s a real turn on when I manipulate their dreams to an extent that they dream of bloodthirsty Brobdingnagian creatures salivating with their disembodied claws open, coming directly for the throat of the human dreamer. Sometimes the human would wake up, with eyes that spelt fatigue and sweat trickling down his person, putting a harsh end to all my thrilling manifestations...... (CONTINUED) Out of sheer sympathy, sometimes I put in eerie ghosts, but beautiful ones. I feel my idea of fanciness is not beauty, rather the little pleasures of life. Whether it is a fluttering butterfly or a haunting ghost in the red moon, all of it is fancy for me.I hate writers that write romance, elevating every simple thing and feeling to a complicated symbol of beauty, only to cater to the whims and fancies of Humans. Here is a little news flash for you, I am not a Human. Next then who a