This is my first story and hope you guys find it real and interesting.
My name is Satish. I previously lived in Palpa, Nepal (one of the haunted places).
There I lived with my Grandmother, and uncles and aunts. They all used to scare me with their real ghost incounters. Therefore I always used to get scared if I was alone.
One day I had gone down hill for the market alone. I bought stuffs, thought it would be early but it was already evening and I started walking up hill, I looked at my cellphone and it was just turning 8:30pm. It had already become dark and cold, I started thinking strange things. I couldn't even see a single person on the path. I wished for a friend but no-one was there. I lit a fire for my cigarette (I only smoke sometimes). I could see bushes over grown, like something is waiting to jump over me. I was over thinking and cold chill was running down my spine, so I was smoking to comfort myself.
Suddenly I heard a girly voice, like two girls were talking above me. The voice was coming from the hill slope. (I was very sure that, it wasn't my imagination). The girls were having a conversation. The First girl said-"Let's eat him".The Second girl said-" No, He's stinking". I was like WHAT THE HELL!. I got so scared that I could only think of looking up but couldn't. I walked straight looking at my feet, not even one glance on the road. I reached a crossroad and caught the strength to look back, cause there's famous a Nepali saying-"No ghost shall hurt you, where two roads meet". So I looked back at the slopes and saw NOTHING. I thought they were KICHKANDIS (dead women spirits) Or maybe some people talking.
I just couldn't take it, I lit another cigarette and started walking again. I told my Grandmother about this and she said,"Thank god, they didn't tease you".
Thank you for reading my story. I know that you guys are thinking what I'm thinking- What/Who were those girls...
I'm with lady-glow, as you mentioned also that your imagination started acting up. It's interesting that your "Kichkandi" in Nepal is very similar to the "pontianak" or "kuntilanak" in Southeast Asia (where I live).