a story about my uncle eye monster attack

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She replied, 'People who do tedious works in villages don't have a soft demeanor and asked my uncle to not think much and that she will inquire about that man.

He told my great grandmother about that man's strange behavior. She said old maali had left the job may be your nana would have appointed him. He came back to the house and asked my great-grandmother about that man. My uncle started worrying and he asked that man - who are you? Without saying a word, that man just kept staring at my uncle and walked away. The man had the same expression, no moment, he was just staring at my uncle. He went into the garden to do so and he came across the same man whom he had encountered a first time in the early hours of that day. My uncle was asked to check on coconut boras kept in the garden before he left for college.

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My great grandfather's house was always full of people and there was a lot of hulchul in the house. The same day when the sun was totally up in the sky my uncle was busy with his routine. My uncle thought he might be a guest of theirs or a visitor. My uncle in his sleepy mood did not bother to ask him who he was as there was another family residing in the neighborhood and even they come to the garden in the early hours. He reached the garden and after switching on the motor as he was returning, he saw a guy in a white dhoti with a long black coat, a turban on his head, and his eyes were a bit red. As usual, he woke up early in the morning to switch on the motor as he was instructed by my great grandfather to do so every day. So people used to wake up early to switch on the motor so that they could water the fields and plants in their irrigation land or garden before the power cut happened for the rest of the day. My mother's cousin, that is, my uncle and his siblings and his mother spent most of their life in that village.īack then villages were not developed much. My great grandmother's house is located in a village. My mother's first cousin (my nani's sister's son) who used to live in his nani's house who is also of course my mother's nani. My mother told me the most fascinating tales about such topics and trust me none of those were fiction. We come across many things like haunted places and haunted stories that have their own history. I mean the real stuff and things that connect to the real tales that have happened. By horror, my definition is not those weird makeups and bloody scenes.

A story about my uncle eye monster attack