Dow Hill Forest, Kurseong, India

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                                   (Haunted Forest near Darjeeling)

       “Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that looks a standing monster!”

    The Clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.  The most heart sucking place where you can test your adrenaline level. The Haunted forest which is about 30 kms from Darjeeling where the place take you to the place mixed with beauty and beast. Dow Hill of Kurseong is one of the puzzling places of India which is engulfed with beautiful sides and darker side. It is totally weird for the visitors to believe these myths like the ghost of a headless boy roaming in the woods and other stories of unnatural deaths. One can experience the serene beauty of Dow Hill as well as pay heed to their real ghost stories of the place. There is no scarcity of ghost stories here.


     Dow hill is a small place with its orchid gardens, breathtaking vistas, tea plantations, and dense lush green forest and tea plantations.
 
You are not a faint heart and you really take pride in being called a person with a devil may care attitude.Legends has it that there is a small stretch of road in between the Dow hill road and the forest which is called 'Dead of road' and the fainthearted should certainly avoid this point. 

To the sound of horror in Dow Hill forest :

                             

   The Trees in Dow hill forest were malady-brown. Grains of poison begrimed the bark and gleamed like witch dust. Trolls haunted the sooty coppices, salivating over their prey and smearing the blood over their heavy faces. The decaying air and stifling atmosphere provided the perfect abode for those who worshipped the darkness rather than the light. In the dense shadows, spiders clutched their snare-strings. Their webs shimmered like meshed steel dipped in silver. Eyes a flame with hunger, they were hoping to dine on bloated bodies and slurp on hot blood. The forest was primordial. Centuries-old trees with sprawling limbs guarded the darkness,blotting out any sunlight.

                                  

     Their bark was mottled and splotched, as if bubbled soup had been frozen in time on its surface. Clumpy combs of wet moss dangled from their rotten boughs.Underneath the moss, lethal larkspur peppered the mulchy floor. A pungent tang oozed from every sentient being in the forest.Bewailing sounds ghosted through the trees. Whether it was from victim or victor, only the forest could tell. It was truly a place to make your veins freeze over. Everything considered edible in another forest was nauseating here. It left you with the same, sickening taste of your own blood. 

Midnight story in Dow Hill Forest :

                          
  
      Can you just imagine ? When you close your eyes for your night sleep, then you wake at the bed of stones and messey sand. Then you came to realize that it was a dreadful, windy night as the miserable dark leaves that topped the humongous and spindly trunks of the forest clashed together in fury, the wind roaring like an enormous lion, threatening to fear. then you off your feet into the damp, muddy yards next to it. If you see a person who is about one meter and a half tall, with pale skin and dark hair that tumbled down to her shoulders. But you  had never thought anything of this dark forest that lay gloomily on the border of her land. You could discover the secrets concealed in the mysterious clump of dark green. Your feet rose and fell towards the thick trunks, your figure soon completely swallowed by the darkness.  Deeper into this creepy forest  into, the trees spoke in their own language, brushing together to create sound. Then our mind setup your question "Oh, no, what have I gotten into? Will I ever get out of here? you are dropping onto a thick fallen branch.

                                       

 You dearly missed her warm bed. ‘Huuushhhhhhhh…Huuushhhhhhhh…’ ‘What was that?’ You would gasp, sitting up stiffly like a touch from an electric shock. And you, think it was the trees, nervously looked up. The air now had a magic, different feeling now. Like the “Huuushhhhh” had had a magic dust fight. A noise like a faint, angrily rushing river filled the air, getting louder and louder…

        And you whirled around, now on your feet, squinting closely at a small gap between the tallest trees. ‘Caw! Caw!’ A humongous amount of crows came sweeping down in a tornado; you receive many scratches to the head from their clawed feet. They zoomed all around the little clearing, your energy levels seemingly never ending, and then finally settling noisily into the trees. And now you suddenly turn up to the wild noise that the the moment you just wake up from your dream!


Behind scenerio :

                                         “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

             

        Walls have ears, doors have eyes, trees have voices, beasts tell lies, beware the rain, beware the snow, beware the ball child, you think you know. Yeah , local woodcutters have had a harrowing time watching the headless ghost of a young boy walking and disappearing into the forest. Haunted Victoria Boys school a 100-year-old school in Dow hill is the main reason for the cold blood haunted entimety. It is been believed that a boy from the school has gone to  the Dow hill forest due to the whispering and loud laughs which tempted him to endeavour the forest. And a couple of time the boys seems to be missing and his clothes where blood strains and shinks. Those dark vibes are still continued to shake the fear of the people. And it is also believed that While you walk through the dense forest, you could also see a woman with grey clothes and if you try to follow her, you might get lost into the dark. There have been several accounts of people experiencing an eerie feeling of being followed or being watched after walking through the woods. Although there's no one historic event that confirms the fact that Dow hill is haunted, those who have stepped inside the former royal hunting ground have claimed to see some pretty hair-raising stuff, from the apparitions of crying boy to the touch of a random hand.


         When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk in the Dow hill. The scenic point at when the sun goes down and the moon shines bright, it’s hard not to think about what’s out there in the darkness. When you have the curiosity to touch the line of most cold blooded moment and when fear overcome your breathe level, your spot is being waited! But your travel in the forest make you feel    that Sometimes dead is better. it is considered to be phantom more than a human. Let your soul be overwhelmed with both fear and excitement. Hope not ever to see Heaven. You can come to lead to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice. Happy Haunting!

                                                  We're all of us haunted and haunting. 


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