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This is a story that my dad told me. As a young boy, my dad used to live in the villages. In the villages many houses are split amongst the brothers as part of their inheritance. Often these houses would have a common passage or corridor to accommodate both sections of the partitioned house. One such corridor existed between my dad’s parents and dad’s brother. One night he wanted to visit his uncle’s down the corridor. Interesting thing about this corridor was that it was very narrow and had no windows, just the 2 doors at both ends and a roof. One night while he as was walking down the corridor, he felt that something had dropped on his shoulder. He put his hand on his shoulder to realise that it was human faeces. Even today, my dad is puzzled of its source. A corridor with no opening, no windows; how could human faeces get there and drop from the ceiling on his shoulder? Absolutely bizarre and spooky. By the way my dad does not believe in ghosts or god. - See more at: shalusharma/types-of-ghosts-and-haunted-places-in-india/#sthash.8fATLOBY.dpuf
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 12:00:06 +0000

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