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Anecdote ~ Coin / Gurpreet Kaur

 Anecdote from My Memory

~ Gurpreet Kaur ~

It was evening get-together of few girls of our school and few girls of host schools in the dormatry we were staying.

It's a casual and friendly chat after the day excursions ( basketball matches cluster level )

I was listening too, sitting on the allotted bed.

They talked about the previous visits, hostel stories, classroom ventures, etc.

And girly talk turned to something ghastly, of course, that was part of their hostel journey. 




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She had learnt this new from where, Nobody knows.

May have practiced many times.

Some game like Ouija board, planchette with coin, calling spirits.

That day she and her friend did it.

They called the spirit as said.

But, unfortunately, the matron had arrived to make the mess of their fun. 

In bewilderment, she threw that coin out of the window.

Night passed.

Next morning, she found that coin by her shelf.

And from that time she started behaving weird.

She tried to jump from one double decker bed to the another.

She tried to touch the moving fan.

She was getting worse day by day. 

Consequently, She sent to her home by calling her parents.

What become of her, I don't know.

It is said that she suffered because of her inability to sent the spirit back in due time.

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