Man on the Road, Real story

 Man on the Road, Real story!

This particular tale is one of the most well-known authentic ghost stories we have come across among the numerous others. least among the Dev Bhoomi Institute of Technology students in Dehradun. It concerns a night they will never forget.

Given that the students who had met the unknown were all quite stoned, it deals in the paranormal that is just difficult to grasp and stands firmly on the edge of uncertainty. And while you're high, you can't trust what you see. How would you classify it as one of the real ghost stories?

However, the fact that more than just one person saw something unusual, although you can no longer doubt the veracity of this actual ghost story because of them all.

Anyway, these real ghost stories constitute a terrific compilation that will be remembered as an uncommon story, so that ought to be enough.

It is a strange site to start a college, to be completely honest. You know, the country of animals and the unknowable, where no one is hesitant to waltz in and prove their dominance whenever necessary, is surrounded by forest. Several incidents of animal assaults and reports of unidentified entities lurking in the woods have led to the spread of numerous tales about the area. But the brave still go on adventures in spite of it.

Seven students had so established Sudhowala as their primary residence. Not just for the excitement of the trip, but also to satisfy their late-night appetites. a Dhaba that catered to all the nocturnal customers who were dissatisfied with their chefs. Students were the main reason the precinct kept its engines going throughout the night. They had a successful business, so why end the happy hours, huh?

Due to the fact that Jeetu had acquired some marijuana someplace, all of these youngsters were really stoned. They left incognito, like they always did, and once they were far enough from the campus to be safe, they dangled on the highway. Then, as they walked toward their preferred Sudhowala Dhaba, they sang songs, poked fun of one another, and spoke about ladies.

The excursion had the impression that it had been scripted in a dream. They hardly remembered how they managed to walk seven kilometers without becoming exhausted to get to the Dhaba.

One ate his dinner and stated, "I'm going to get Chicken Tikka now for dessert."

Someone said, "You had that yesterday as well."

The first person smacked back, "And it was nice."

They soon reached their fullest capacity and started driving once again to get back to their institution.

The full moon, which illuminated the night and let the children see through the crowded yet remote route, shined brightly. There were plants and trees on either side of the road, and beyond those was a substantial forest.

The arrival of Believers Church was imminent, and there was a faint glow emerging from within. The trail gets narrower immediately after you pass it. When you are walking on the road, trees become closer to you and the atmosphere turns quite unsettling.

The group started talking about terrifying things in the dark when someone noticed the sudden darkness all around. There were seven of them, the confident one affirmed. It wouldn't be difficult for them to manage an issue if one arose.

One by one, unsettling ideas started to emerge, which led to the emergence of ghost stories, which delighted them to the hilt considering their location and state.A hundred meters ahead of them on the road, as someone was analyzing someone's narrative to see how nonsense it sounded, a fog started to form. Before someone mentioned the fog, nobody was paying attention.

“Hey! How did that get there?

The rest of them also expressed astonishment.

A matchstick caught fire in midair as everyone turned to face the white mist in front of them.

Phssssssst….

Around it, nothing existed. All that was left was the brilliant flames from the matchstick hanging there like it was some strange dream. The flame was then obstructed by two more cigarettes. Their crimson became noticeable and recognizable. A few puffs were taken as the matchstick's glow faded. Both cigarettes remained still, as though they were gazing in their direction.

genuine ghost stories guy on the road with a match and a fire stick

The lads continued to move while muttering to themselves.

One said, "Can you see it too?"

Yes, what should we do? another person asked.

Someone said beneath his breath, "Keep going."Then one of the smokes walked near the road's edge. While smoking, the other stood there. Since the students themselves smoked, the smoke was distinctive and easy to identify. Whatever it was, it wasn't terrified of the approaching group of seven college males.

They then saw the cigarette dropping to the ground, sending sparks flying in all directions as its cinders did. There were still around twenty meters to go.

Then quiet followed. There was no movement of the mist. As they moved nearer to the location where the cigarette was last seen, a distinct cigarette odor could be detected in the air.One of them observed a man sitting on the edge of the road to the right as they were crossing the intersection. No head was present. Where there should have been a head was where smoke was flowing from.

One of the boys muttered something.

Can you make it out?

“Yes…sh…

Continue on your way, I mumbled back.

Someone said, "Ignore it, don't look at it."

Another one piped in, "There's smoke coming out of his skull.

“Sh…don’t!”

Except only one, everyone had seen it. The child spoke out loudly since he had missed it and had no idea where it was:

“Where? Where? I also want to watch it.The rest of them walked off as he turned back to check on it since it was too much for them. They didn't stop until one of them sighted the entrance of their college, at which point he or she checked to make sure nobody had been left behind. Everyone was present.

After sneaking back in, all seven of them gathered in one room to talk about what they had witnessed. They were trembling in terror. Each person's account was credible, and everyone reported seeing the same thing. That was strange.

As they struggled to fall asleep that dreadful night, their conversations continued into the morning.