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#9 The Headless Woman of Kasara Ghat (Season Finale)

Episode 9 - The Headless Woman Of Kasara Ghat. / Posted by: Mandahrk Source: Reddit ---I was sleeping when she died. Drooling and drifting from one hazy dream to another, blissfully unaware of the struggles that were her last breaths. I wouldn't have done it if not for what happened to her. For what I did to her. Was it redemption that I was seeking? Deliverance, perhaps? Or maybe just a good night's sleep. I don't know. I guess I'll never know. My father always used to say that you can never really be a good judge of your own intentions, so you should just stop trying. I didn't go looking for it. It came to me by pure chance while I was mindlessly scrolling through Facebook, rolling an empty bottle of whiskey under my foot, my sweat stale with the stench of its contents. I paused to flex my aching thumb and there it was, the text practically screaming at me - The Headless Woman Of Kasara Ghat : The Nightmare That Makes Your Dreams Come True!!! It was the turn of phrase that caught my attention. Just something about that contrasting imagery of dreams and nightmares, of rainbows melting into roiling black skies that resonated with me so suddenly and so deeply that I found myself repeatedly thumbing my phone's screen before I even realized what I was doing. The link took me to a garbage, ad-riddled website. The kind that has white text slathered on a black background and two pop up ads ready to slap your screen if you dare let your thumb slip. Yet my curiosity made me soldier on. My eyes flew over the text, my heartbeat growing faster and faster the deeper I got into the article. Have you ever lost someone you loved? Wish you could talk to them one last time? Look no further! The Headless Woman of Kasara Ghat is here to take care of your deepest desires. Kasara Ghat situated on the Mumbai-Nashik Highway is said to be one of the most haunted stretches of road in India today. It is infamous for having been the site of innumerable fatal accidents over the years and for being used as a dumping ground for multiple murder victims. Needless to say, a lot of restless souls haunt Kasara Ghat. And chief amongst them, the one that makes the Ghat one of the most dangerous places to visit is the headless woman. Countless travelers have fallen victim to this terrifying woman who stalks this winding hilly road, using the cover of darkness to lure in her prey. Only when she enters the vehicle do the good Samaritans realize just what kind of monster they have invited into their abruptly shortened lives. But wait, it's not all hopeless! For before the woman rips her benefactors to shreds, she lets them speak to their dead loved ones one last time. And how does she do that, you ask? By taking on the appearance of the deceased, of course. That's right, the headless woman grows a head, one with the appearance, memories and personality of her prey's loved one. So at least those poor souls get to have a moment of catharsis before their lives are ended in a most brutal manner. I had to stop reading at that point. The cocktail of sweat and tears swirling in my eyes had made the text too blurry to read. Something had caught my heart in a vice-like grip. What was it though? Fear? Adrenaline? …Hope? What the hell was I doing? Had I really gotten so desperate that I was willing to put my faith in some shitty urban legend? The answer bloomed in my mind before the question could even fully take shape. I forced some spit up my throat to wet my parched mouth and rubbed my eyes raw before continuing reading. You might be wondering, what's the point of talking about the headless woman if all that awaits you after an encounter with her is certain death. After all, there are numerous other monsters out there who would gladly rob you of your life, so what makes this one special? Well, the thing that makes the headless woman so special is that there is a way to survive a meeting with her. To have a heart-to-heart chat with your deceased loved ones without later joining them in the afterlife. A fool-proof method that guarantees your survival while getting you what you want. It took a lot of trials, a lot of failures and sacrifices to discover this method. So rest assured, it works. But be warned, there is no room for error here. Even the slightest deviation from the steps as they are laid down here will cause your chances of survival to drop right down to zero. The headless woman is a vicious and cunning creature. She doesn't like being played with, and will mete out the most excruciating punishment imaginable if given even the slightest room to maneuver. So read the steps carefully. Then read them again. And again and again and again until they've been chiseled into your memory. And then read them again. Now that you've read and internalized the warnings, you can move on and actually read the steps that you need to follow to safely meet the headless woman of Kasara Ghat - 1. Use a car. Not a bike. I repeat. Do NOT use a bike, for it will get you killed very quickly. 2. Travel after midnight. 12:30 AM to 1:45 AM is the sweet spot. 3 Keep a bottle of chilled Kokum juice with you. And a clean glass. 4. Make sure your doors are unlocked and your windows rolled down, even if it is raining. 5. Turn on your radio. If your car doesn't have one, get one. Switch to the AM band. You must NOT tune into any station. Just static. Pure white noise. 6. Use your turn signal. The one opposite cliffside, so it looks like you're preparing to plunge into the valley. Keep it switched on. 7. Every five hundred meters, slow down - but do NOT stop - and press down on your horn for a good five seconds before speeding off. Use the odometer of your car, or a distance measuring app on your phone. Be as precise as possible. Keep doing this until you see the headless woman. However, do NOT pick her up. It's not the right time to do so. Drive past her. About a kilometer away you should see her again. This is when you stop and pick her up. Remember, this is about her appearing on the road, not you spotting her. If you miss seeing her the first time and drive past her the second time, you will die. Don't worry though. You have the radio to warn you. When it starts going crazy, you'll know she's close, and you'll know to be ready and to keep your eyes peeled. Again, stop when you see her the second time. Do not move from your seat. Wait for her to get in. Do not stare at her. It would be wise to turn your rear view mirror away, but not necessary. She's not shy. Sooner or later she'll make you look at her. Pour out the Kokum juice in the glass and offer it to her. Once she takes it from you, start driving. And that's it. There are no more rules or instructions because each encounter from this point onwards is different. Survival now only depends on your luck and ingenuity. And the headless woman's mood. Best of luck! I hope you find what you seek. Any other day I would have laughed at myself for even thinking that any of this could be real, let alone contemplating actually going through with this. But it wasn't any other day. I wasn't the rational and psychologically stable individual I had been all my life. No, I was so fundamentally broken that I was willing to do whatever it took to get one last chance to speak to her. To beg for her forgiveness, to tell her I loved her... ...To ask her if she hated me. Most of my liquor-induced numbness had drained through my sweat glands by this point. I pushed myself up out of my chair and went and grabbed a pad and a pen from my study where I quickly jotted down the rules before making a list of everything that I would have to do to make this trip happen. It took about three weeks before I was ready to go to Kasara Ghat. I was living in Pune at that time, which was about five hours away from my destination, pretty much necessitating a short leave from work, which was understandably, though a bit surprisingly easy to get. I left my house at 5 pm on a grim Saturday evening. Tar-black clouds had been growling in the sky all throughout the day, and they started spitting the second I rolled out of our apartment building's underground parking. The drizzle turned into a deluge by the time I left the city, pounding the car with impenetrable sheets of water. I had never seen a rain as relentless and vicious as that, not since the floods of 2005. I thanked the stars that I was able to make it out of the city before the skies truly opened up their black bellies. Getting stuck in a storm-induced traffic would have put a quick end to my plans and driven me deeper into those familiar quicksands of depression. Sitting all alone in that car, surrounded by the din of traffic would have reminded me of all those times I spent with her, singing old Kishore Kumar songs and giggling at shitty whatsapp forwards while cars and buses crawled along at a snail's pace beside us. It's funny how the little things hit you when you least expect them to, how memories that seem insignificant at the time of their creation become priceless when the person you made them with is gone. I squeezed the foam covered steering wheel and pressed my foot down on the accelerator. Black wiper blades trembled across the windshield as the car ploughed through translucent walls of water. Time ticked by, knotty concrete jungles gave way to sprawling water-logged rice fields. The sun, hidden behind a raging grey-black veil, slowly slid beneath the hills far up ahead. The rain began petering out, turning from an endless wash to a heavy drizzle that peppered my roof. Soon I found myself navigating the narrow roads webbing the hills that rose up out of the ground like mossy stone teeth, reaching up into the dark sky as if wanting to devour it. Darkness fell upon the lan

#8 SkinWalker

Episode 8 - SkinWalker / Posted by: taylarmusic Source: Reddit ---I (14 female) and my dog 3(male) Roxy are home alone together because my parents go out of town every month for work. They usually leave me and Roxy Alone together so I won’t be alone. I have been recently reading about Skin walkers on Reddit. I thought they were pretty interesting considering I’m into paranormal things, and urban legends. I wondered what it was like if I ever came across a SkinWalker. I’ve read all about them and what to do if you come across one, but I didn’t know my own dog could be one. I had decided to see if my dog was a SkinWalker. I put him in the bathroom and pretended to go on a walk. I opened the door then closed it to make it seem like I had left. A few minutes later I heard the bathroom door open, I looked over and it looked like a Roxy had opened the door because it looked as if he was in his hind legs. I could now see where he was standing and he closed the door. I quickly put a kitchen chair to block the door. And ran over to my neighbors. My neighbors daughter Allie is my best friend so I new I could tell her. As soon as a ran over there a rang the door bell. Allie answered. “You won’t believe what happened” I said and she let me in. I explained to her what happened and it was her idea to go over to my house to see if he was still in the bathroom. As soon as we walked in the house we saw that the kitchen chair had been knocked on the floor and the bathroom door had been wide open, and there was a man standing in our kitchen. Me and Allie were in shock until I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the house and back to hers. Her parents weren’t home at the time so we just waited at her house for about an hour or so. But we decided to look back over to my house. And when we walked outside the front door was wide open and there was no sign of Roxy. It’s been 2 years since that happened. Neither me or Allie told our parents they just think Roxy ran away. Me and Allie still talk about it. But I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t put Roxy in the bathroom that day. And I wonder. where he is now. Maybe someone found him, I feel sorry for whoever did.

#7 I Saw my friends Death in the Mirror

Episode 7 - I Saw my friends Death in the Mirror / Posted by: extraRyaki Source: Reddit ---flicked the lights on which illuminated the small room. Wooden walls surrounded us, and it smelled like vanilla, which was coming from the candles in the corner of the room. My friend stared at a big piece of cloth that was draped over something tall. She walked over to it and pulled the cloth off, revealing an old looking mirror. “Look! This must be your grandfather’s.” she said. We both walked in front of the mirror, admiring the fancy patterns on the frame, and the smooth brittle glass. I looked at my reflection. It changed. What I was wearing, how I looked; it all changed. Instead of my skinny usual self I was tall with dark black hair that covered my eyes, and I looked fit. I was wearing a nice suit as well. “Whoa… look at this!” I said. “Huh?” She walked over and she changed as well. Her reflection was beautiful. She was wearing a fancy looking black dress, which complemented her silky brown hair. We both stared at our reflections. “These reflections… I think they are our future selves.” she proclaimed. “Yeah.” She walked away from the mirror, and I was too but I jerked back when I saw the picture was changing. I saw a tall man with black hair covering the eyes wearing a suit holding a bloody knife to a girl with brown silky hair wearing a black dress. “What the-” I didn’t get to finish, as I was pushed away by my friend. “That’s us! That’s our future selves!” she said with shock. The man then proceeded to brutally stab the woman to death. Her dead corpse fell to the ground, and a puddle of blood quickly formed around her. I was shocked. My future self had just killed my friend’s future self. I was about to ask my friend what that was all about, but she ran out of the room before I could say anything. She blocked all my contacts, and from that day on we never saw each other again.

#6 I Witnessed my Brothers Death at only 12

Episode 6 - I Witnessed my Brothers Death at only 12 / Posted by: Extreme-Educator463 Source: Reddit ---It was around midnight and half of my family was asleep of course that half was only me. I was scrolling through Instagram when I heard a loud thump. I suspected that it was something that fell of the nightstand but then I heard crying I rushed downstairs to find my brother limping in the house my mother woke up and saw him his left arm was cut off and his right eye was stabbed out of its socket, it was a horrific scene my mother was crying and I was also crying my brother just stood there until he collapsed on the floor then I heard someone yell "THERE'S THAT B*ST*RD" and they pulled out a pistol and shot my brother in the head thankfully he didn't shoot us I went back up to my room and heard my mother coming upstairs she wasn't crying but had a grin on her face years later I learned that my brother owed debt to those people and they paid my mom a bunch of money to keep it a secret but now I guess I'm telling Reddit so it's not a secret anymore I guess.

#5 Camp Run for your Life?

Episode 5 - Camp Run for your Life? / Posted by: UncensoredC Source: Reddit ---Okay so. When I was in year 7(6th grade), we went on school camp to a campground up in the hills. It was old and creepy but there weren't any ghost stories or nothing so we were all like "this is so cool!" We chose our cabin mates, sorted out our beds then went for dinner and to get put into our groups. Camp was normal and fun for the first few days, but on the third day there was literally news that some supposed psychopath was out in the bush near where the lodge was. I don't know the full story of the guy, but I do remember we had security set up, guards arrive and stood watch with defense equipment, and we were to lock our cabins and windows. Dinner was delivered to us and we had to have a teacher escort us to the bathroom. My cabin buddies and I didn't care much, we shared our candy that we smuggled in, told scary stories and tried to dare each other to go outside. At night almost all of us got woken up by hysterical screaming and crying, a slam of a door and people running past our cabin. Turns out the guard outside of the cabins had fallen asleep and the maniac had broken into one of the cabins. Horrifying enough, the man had also stabbed the two girls on the bottom bunks. The psycho was caught and pinned, emergency services were called and we were all brought to a hotel to stay for the night. The girls both survived with minor damage, and the crazy guy was send to a psych ward. That campground was closed for good reasons I guess. Everything turned out okay but that was a terrifying experience. The cabin was the one right beside ours.