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The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯


The Bloody Tree By Siraj Moopen πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯: It was the end of a long, dark, inescapably gloomy, Indian monsoon day, and the vague hints in the sky that the sun still existed behind the rain clouds were dying away when my old friend Sami showed up at my doorstep.

As children, Sami and I had been as close as, I imagine, true blood brothers are. Our friendship, however, had waned during our adolescence, like most childhood friendships, as we both set out on our respective paths in life. 

Sami’s path led him to a lucrative career in business mine, after much meandering, finally led me to a reasonably successful career in journalism and writing. (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

Despite our diverging paths in life, a deep trust and abiding closeness have always existed between us. It’s hard to explain, but, our friendship has proved over the years to be something that can survive with even the most casual of care.

I was, therefore, extremely surprised to find Sami looking nervous and uneasy, as though he had something that he wished to talk to me about, but very reluctantly. 

Knowing his reserved nature, I refrained from pressing him right away to reveal what it was that was bothering him, trusting, instead, to his eventually talking about it in his own circumspect way.

Once the usual pleasantries had been exchanged, and all the subjects of small talk exhausted, there was a brief lull in the conversation.

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I could tell that Sami was nerving himself up to tell me something. However, in his usual fashion, he started by asking me a question

“You know that my father died last month, don’t you?” he asked pensively. (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

“Of course I do. I know I should have made it to the funeral but I was stringing for a journal in Mumbai at the time, and by the time I heard of your father’s death, the funeral was already over.”

“Oh, that’s alright. I wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty or anything,” he said, waving his hand agitatedly.

“Then, what are you trying to say?” I asked gently. (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

“I had to fly back to Chicago right after the funeral,” he continued, ignoring my question, “Things have been insanely busy at work, and it’s taken me a month to clear my schedule so that I could make this trip to see to my father’s estate.”

Having gotten this far, Sami seemed to be at a loss as to how to continue. He got up from the couch he had been sitting on and began to pace the room.  (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

Just when I thought that I would have to ask him what was wrong, he turned to me with a resolute gaze and said, “I never really got along with my father. Did you know that?”

“You never explicitly told me so, but, yes, I always suspected that you were not on the best of terms with your father.”

“Not on the best of terms,” Sami said thoughtfully, looking away from me, “Yes, I suppose it was pretty obvious. My father was a hard man. (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

That in itself would probably not have been so bad, but he had a terrible temper as well. Tempers have always run deep in my family.”

I nodded my head to his story, waiting for him to continue. 10 Most Mysterious And Beautiful Forests In The World πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

“There were many things I admired about my father–his intellect, his work ethic, his sense of honor–and, for a time, all I ever wanted was to be like him. 

But then I grew up. He was never really physically abusive to me or my mother, but he was, to put it lightly, a difficult person to live with. 

Sometimes, I think one of the major reasons I left India was so that I could get away from it all–the raised voices, the sudden sound of furniture being smashed, and, worst of all, the tense, heavy silence between everything.”

I watched in silence as Sami unburdened himself. He slowly stopped pacing and sat back down. (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

“After my mother died, I pretty much stopped visiting the old man. My father only got bitterer with age, especially when he was forced to sell our ancestral home to cover the losses of one of his failed business ventures. 

He was too proud to accept any help from me, so instead, he moved to the last bit of property that remained to him–an old family estate that has been sitting unoccupied for generations.”

Sami’s family had, in their heyday, been powerful, and rather wealthy, landowners. According to Sami, who had heard it from his grandmother, and others, (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

The founder of his family had migrated to our sleepy little corner of Kerala some three hundred years ago, from somewhere in North India, with an almost obscene amount of mysteriously obtained wealth. 

The family legends were never really clear as to the origins of the wealth according to some versions of the story, this first ancestor had been a merchant of some kind and had made the money honestly the more popular version, 

However, was that he had been an official in the tax collector’s office of a large district in some northern kingdom and that he had embezzled the money while performing his duties. 

Whatever the source of his wealth may have been, Sami’s ancestor had quickly settled down and established himself as a wealthy landowner. Overnight In World's Most Haunted Forest πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

But, over the years, family feuds, the constant division of property during inheritance, incompetent descendants, and the frequent periods of Communist rule in the Kerala of post-independent India had all slowly chipped away at the family fortune, until by the time Sami’s father had come of age, a few disconnected pieces of the land were all that remained of his family’s legacy, a pale reminder of former glory.

I could tell from his increased fidgeting that Sami was close to the topic that was bothering him. He hesitated for a moment before he took a deep breath and plunged on. (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

“My father was perfectly healthy when he moved into the old house on the estate. Sure, he had some slight arthritis, and his eyesight wasn’t as good as it used to be, but otherwise, he was perfectly fine, and his mind was as sharp as ever. 

But,” he said, wavering for a second before blurting out, “that house changed him. Every time I visited him, he looked more worn out than before, more lethargic. 

He was even becoming forgetful. And at times, when he thought that I wasn’t looking, I would catch him muttering nonsensical things to himself about the bloody banyan tree in the front yard. 

I should have done something,” Sami’s voice broke with suppressed guilt as he continued, “but I didn’t. I resented him so much. It was just easier to pretend that he was fine.”

“There was nothing you could have done. Your father passed away in his sleep. It was just his time,” I said kindly, trying to comfort my friend. (The Bloody Tree Horror Stories In English)

“It was that house that killed him! For the love of God, you have to believe me!” he said suddenly, his eyes wide-eyed and wild with fear, “I know it’s true. I’ve only been in that house for three days and I can already feel it killing me.”….

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