My name is Rob and I live in Buffalo, New York. Up until recently, I never believed that anything called ghost ever existed. Whenever I heard one of my friends telling me a ghost story I used to laugh and make fun of it. However, an incident that took place recently, shook my beliefs completely and completely turned my idea of ghosts.

It was a warm and friendly Friday night when I was at my friend’s place for a barbeque party. We were having a campfire in his backyard and I was clicking some pictures of my mates and the fire. His house was located very close to a graveyard and there had been many strange incidents that were supposed to have taken place there. Cindy, another friend of mine was sitting next to the fire and texting on her mobile phone, when suddenly an enormous tongue of flame shot towards her. She yelled and jumped backwards. The very next second there was a face of a man in the fire and he started making some strange statements in an unknown language. We kept staring at his face, petrified beyond thought.

It looked as if he was accusing us of something regarding his dead wife. Half of Cindy’s face was burnt and she was almost unconscious. But we didn’t dare to move from the place we were standing in fear of what the ghost might do.

One of my friends made a lunge at a huge stick lying nearby and grabbed it. He shoved the stick right into the fire and the ghost screamed. He shot another tongue of flame but my friend managed to evade it. The ghost got more and more agitated and my friend found his legs bound together. He couldn’t move and we were frightened to do anything. Plucking some courage, I asked the ghost what he wants and that somehow worked to calm him down a bit. He started wailing and giving me some instructions which included going inside that graveyard and carving something on his grave. I asked him his name and he said that his name was Peter and that he used to be a gardener in the same locality 50 years back.

I agreed to comply with his instructions and he vanished from the sight. The commotion had brought my friend’s parents out and they had witnessed the scene too. They rushed Cindy to the hospital and got her admitted. The friend of mine whose legs were bound was alright now. All of us were still petrified and were crying silently in a corner of the living room.

After that day, I have never opposed or doubted the existence of ghosts. That was the worst day in my life and I seriously hope that it doesn’t repeat itself in any manner.