When I was 4 and stayed over at my uncle's house in Bangladesh, he used to tell us stories about his house being haunted. His stories were funny and didn't scare us. One day I was near the village well. I sat down on the floor leaning my bach against the well when I felt something pinch me. I turned but there was no one there. I continued to brush the hair on my toy rabbit's hair when I felt it again.
I then remembered that my uncle once said that a girl's ghost haunts his house and she liked pinching people. I got scared and ran back to the house.
I was sitting next to my great-grandma and watched her kneed some dough to make pita bread. My cousin were calling me up. I followed them up. My cousins found a frog and started to play with it.
I suddenly heard a little girl crying. I looked at my cousins and counted them, they were all there so I was wondering who was crying. My uncle called me so I went at the top of the stairs. He said who is that crying. I said I don't know. It was coming from the bathroom. I went there and screamed.
All of my cousins came, my uncle as well. My oldest cousin grabbed me and hugged me. There, right in front of us was a ferotni - a ferotni's are woman who don't pass on and turned into horrible beasts, they come at night near trees and rip off the hair on other girls (they do that because they are jealous of our hair)
She got up and ran to the roof. My uncle and cousin chased after her. But by the time they go there she was gone. They searched everywhere but she was no-where to be seen.
The next day they got the house blessed and never saw the girl again.
Freaky! Hope you liked it.