Hey guys, are you believe in ghosts and do you have any real experience?
Please be honest, let’s see what’s up!
I have few experiences; I will tell you one,
In my native village, there was a guy called punchimahattaya who was the coconut plucker for the village. He was very much bound to ma family and he was coming almost every day to see my father.
He grew old and no more ability to climb coconut trees and, retired. He had no relatives and was living in a little hut, on some one else’s land.
That time I was at university, so I only went home once a month like.
I heard that punchimahatmaya was taken to adult orphanage and he is living there.
Time went on, one day I heard that he came back and living in the cemetery (there was a hut for funeral occasions at cemetery). People used to feed him, because all loved him.
One day I went home late after the lectures and get down the bus at 10.30 p.m. those days I had to walk about 1 km to my house.
I had to pass the cemetery and I had a torch with me.
Nearby cemetery, I see punchimahatmaya coming towards me and I said “hello punchimahatmaya “in Sinhala and he smiled and passed me.
I went home and had a chat with my mother and told her that I meet punchimahatmaya near the celerity.
She was shocked told me that punchimahatmaya died two weeks ago, and buried at celery. I was fainted but there was no harm.
Last day, I went to cemetery and realized that the story is true. I’m 100% sure I see punchimahatmaya and no one else, but still I’m fear to pass that cemetery at night.
(This took place around 7 years ago)
Please be honest, let’s see what’s up!
I have few experiences; I will tell you one,
In my native village, there was a guy called punchimahattaya who was the coconut plucker for the village. He was very much bound to ma family and he was coming almost every day to see my father.
He grew old and no more ability to climb coconut trees and, retired. He had no relatives and was living in a little hut, on some one else’s land.
That time I was at university, so I only went home once a month like.
I heard that punchimahatmaya was taken to adult orphanage and he is living there.
Time went on, one day I heard that he came back and living in the cemetery (there was a hut for funeral occasions at cemetery). People used to feed him, because all loved him.
One day I went home late after the lectures and get down the bus at 10.30 p.m. those days I had to walk about 1 km to my house.
I had to pass the cemetery and I had a torch with me.
Nearby cemetery, I see punchimahatmaya coming towards me and I said “hello punchimahatmaya “in Sinhala and he smiled and passed me.
I went home and had a chat with my mother and told her that I meet punchimahatmaya near the celerity.
She was shocked told me that punchimahatmaya died two weeks ago, and buried at celery. I was fainted but there was no harm.
Last day, I went to cemetery and realized that the story is true. I’m 100% sure I see punchimahatmaya and no one else, but still I’m fear to pass that cemetery at night.
(This took place around 7 years ago)
