Ilanti Experiences Vunnaya?

[Diana]

A Toddler's Hand

Hey, I am new here and don't know how to start so please bear with me. A few months ago I went on a vacation to my granny's place. My aunt lives a few blocks away from her so I used to go there spend some time with her.

I really enjoy spending time with my aunt but it's her 3 year old who really bothers me a lot. Whenever I go to her house, the baby gets up on my lap and would plant wet drooling kisses on me...lol. It's too much sometimes when he would pull my hair or my cheeks. That's why I visit her when he is sleeping or out with his dad.

Anyways, I remember it was a Sunday and I was at my granny's. I was wide awake but had kept my eyes closed cause I was feeling lazy to get up. Then suddenly I felt a tiny warm and sweaty palm on my face. I instantly realised it was my aunt's baby and I pretended that I was asleep so that he won't bother me. But then he started to pull my nose and squeeze my cheek! I got irritated at him and slapped him lightly on his palm, still keeping my eyes closed. Then in an instant the hand left my face. I thought he probably went away and I came out of my room after 5 minutes.

I was mad at mom for allowing the baby in my room when she knows that what he's like around me. My mom was surprised because neither my aunt or her baby visited us and the only people in the house was my granny, mom and me!

I know that I didn't dream it cause I was awake and could clearly listen to my mom talking to granny in the next room when I felt the hand.

God knows what I would have seen if I had opened my eyes at that time.

[Maximus]

Diana garu...2 marsk question ni..16 mark answer laga..rasthunanru vellu vella experiences....

[Diana]

A Transparent Figure Crying?

What I had experienced was so weird! I was 12 when it happened. We lived in a house where we had our main hall at the center attached with 2 bedrooms and one kitchen behind the main hall. We had an open backyard (can be seen through a kitchen window) from which I can see a small road which was about 10 meters from our house. And between the small road and our house there is a grassland, not so well maintained and it had lots of plastic stuffs but the grasses growing there were so high.

In my back yard, we have steps to land on that grassland (5 steps).

One important thing is that our house (not our own) was newly built.

So our house owner told that he would build a compound between our house and the grass land as soon as possible. We agreed.

After entering that new house, I was fully excited when I saw an open grassland to play on. I told my mom that I would clean it and play there. But as it was so nasty she didn't allow me and added that she was little scared about this place. It didn't satisfy her and the reason was unknown.

Everyday at around 5.00 pm I would put a chair on my backyard (beside the steps) and oil my hair to comb it smoothly. I would plait my hair afterwards. The place in my opinion had a really good chill air or breeze sometimes which makes me sit there everyday. But one day, I got late to go there as I was engaged with some interesting stuff before that.

It was around 7:30 pm. I was oiling my hair. Everything went cool until I saw something strange. There was a crying sound coming somewhere inside the grass. My mom was cooking in the kitchen. As I mentioned my mom can see the backyard through window.

I asked her if she could also hear that sound. She simply ignored and then said it would be some dog or something. After sometime the sound got worse, I went near the grassland to see if something is there. And I was shocked to see a woman dressed in a white saree (an Indian traditional dress) in between the grassland. (the grasses were so high) she was crying with her hands on her face. She was very transparent. It seemed to be like she was in her 20's. It was hard for me to move. Something tied me up to stay. I was not scared because I was strong and wanted to know the reason and console her. I even knew that she was a ghost.

My hands were shaky. As soon as she saw me she disappeared. I explained everything to my mom as I reached my home. My mom said that on her previous conversation with the owner, she was given the info that the grassland was before a house. And the lady's husband was so rude and for some reason he fired it with her living inside and she was pregnant that time.

It was the weirdest experience I have ever had in my life.

Thanks for reading. Nothing happened like that ever since.

[Diana]

Diana garu...2 marsk question ni..16 mark answer laga..rasthunanru vellu vella experiences....

edo okati realistic ga rastunnaru sardukupondi esariki ila  :3D_Smiles_38:

[kakatiya]

Dayyalu manchivi kooda vuntai anamata... Apadalo aakulu ichindhi

[Diana]

A Trip Back In Time

I make it a point to visit my ancestral home which is around three hours from Goa at least once a year. The unpolluted surroundings, pure air, greenery and the pristine beaches ensure that I am fully recharged and rejuvenated at the end of my vacation. I would like to describe my ancestral home for the benefit of the readers. I am told that it was built sometime in the 1850's and housed generations of my ancestors for more than a century.

Generally people of that time lived in large joint families in India and palatial houses were built to accommodate them. My ancestral home is no different and has around ten bedrooms, a huge dining area capable of seating at least thirty people at one time. A huge courtyard and a garden in front of the house must have definitely made a lot of people envious. An area which needs a special mention is a large store house located outside and a little away from the main house.

My ancestors were zamindars (landlords) who owned huge areas of land that was leased out to the farmers every year for paddy plantation. They must have been a rich lot and prosperous too. The joint family system continued until the 1970's after which individual family members started branching out to the Indian metro's to seek their fortune. Currently only one of my uncles stays there with his wife.

Coming back to my story, I visited my ancestral home in November this year with my wife. It is an eleven hour drive from Pune and we were really tired by the time we reached there. My uncle and aunt warmly received us with hot tea and a couple of homemade delicacies which made the pain of the journey worthwhile.

The next couple of days were spent in just lazing around in the mornings, going for long walks in the evenings and visiting nearby acquaintances. It seemed like a refreshing change from our daily routine and we were generally happy with our visit.

India generally has fixed seasons namely Monsoon (June- Sept), winter (Oct - Feb), summer (March- May). But this year was different as we had an extended monsoon due to which many areas experienced intermittent rainfall well into November. 12th Nov 2010, I remember the date quite clearly. It was just two days before we were supposed to head back home. Most of the time, the weather was bright and sunny except for some stray showers at night. I woke up early that day hoping to catch up on my early morning jog, a routine which had been liberally relaxed over the last couple of days. However to my dismay I found that it had rained that night making the ground wet and muddy, practically impossible to jog. Cursing my luck I just stayed in the house and sulked. It was just after lunch at around 1 pm that I started feeling claustrophobic. I came out of the house to catch fresh air. It was then that I saw the store house a little away from the main house. I had never gone there before and decided to explore it a bit.

It seemed like a sturdy structure but unfortunately in ruins currently due to neglect. However it still had a roof and provided shelter to a few stray dogs who roamed about in that area. I went inside and was looking around when it suddenly started drizzling. I tried to come out and run towards the main house but it started pouring heavily within a short while and I was stranded there until the rains stopped. Luckily I found an old chair inside on which I perched happily and waited for the rains to stop.

I might have been there for around fifteen minutes or so when I suddenly became aware of something burning inside. Getting up from my seat, I carefully ventured inside hoping that it would be a false alarm. To my surprise, I saw three young boys probably twelve years old inside trying to light a "Beedi" (a cigarette, commonly smoked by locals in India). I thought they might have sneaked in when I dozed off perhaps. Since they were not known to me, I tried to shoo them away and shouted at them for smoking at such a young age. I was just standing a couple of feet away from them, yet they did not seem to notice me and continued lighting their beedi's. I was really annoyed at the lack of respect shown and moved towards them in order to give them a piece of my mind.

Suddenly I noticed that a haystack kept in one corner of the room had caught fire. Surely the boys weren't the culprits since it was quite a distance away from them. The boys had not noticed it and merrily continued with their activity. I rushed towards the burning haystack and tried to put out the fire. However my efforts had absolutely no effect and the fire grew in intensity. It was indeed eerie that I was in the room but no one was acknowledging my presence nor was I able to do anything to help the boys. It seemed like I was watching a movie being in the movie itself.

Before any of the boys could realize it, the whole room was engulfed in flames. The frightened boys tried to run towards the door and get outside. I was a nothing more than mute spectator observing the hideous scene without being able to do anything. It was also strange that even though this whole incident was happening right in front of my eyes, I wasn't affected at all.

Under normal circumstances, the boys should have easily got out of the room, but there seemed to be something which was preventing them from doing so. As they tried to get out, I saw a man standing outside the main door who was preventing them from escaping. There seemed to be something wrong with the man, he seemed to have unusually large arms, quite disproportionate from the rest of his body. The boys were helpless against the sheer strength of the brute. I heard the poor souls scream in agony as the fire singed then. I wasn't able to move even though I wanted to rush out of the room. Then I suddenly felt an arm over my shoulder. This seemed to have woken me from my trance. It was my wife who was worried because of my prolonged absence and had come to search for me. I was definitely relieved to see her but I also realized that everything in the room had gone silent. There was absolute silence everywhere. The boys, the fire, the screams & the strange man, all seemed to have vanished into thin air. I also felt very weak. Realizing that something was wrong, she immediately escorted me to the main house and gave me some water to drink after which I slowly started to feel better.

By dinner time I had sufficiently recovered to approach my aunt who has been living there for almost fifty years now. When I told her about my strange experience, she was astonished at the way I narrated the details to her. She just couldn't believe it especially when she knew for sure that I couldn't have known these details unless I had been around at that time. Then she told me the actual story which she had heard from my great grandmother.

My aunt's story:

In the early 1900's, there were 5 families of my ancestors living in that house. Around twenty five people stayed there at that time. The sons of three of the brothers were the ones I had seen that afternoon. It was a great year for the family, the harvest was bountiful and everyone was very happy. However one of their relatives who lived nearby had fallout with my family over money matters. He couldn't touch them directly since they were reputed people with contacts at the high places; hence he devised a devious scheme to get back at them.

In this part of India, black magic performed to rid yourself of your enemies is called "modi". In this, a spell is cast on the intended victims in order to cause bodily harm. A ritual animal sacrifice is also performed among other things. I will not be able to divulge anything else as this practice is too ghastly even to write about.

The three boys had a habit of sneaking into the store house sometimes in the afternoon after school to smoke bidi's. This was probably known to the person very well as he had planned the whole thing quite meticulously. The spell was cast accordingly to kill the innocent children which explains the mysterious fire and the presence of the man with unusually long hands outside the room, an evil spirit perhaps, who prevented the safe exit of the three boys.

The poor boys were burnt to death in the sudden fire that broke out in the store house. Efforts were made to douse the fire but the intensity of the blaze was so strong that it was all in vain. A couple of days later, three black dolls were located near the store room buried in the soil which lead to the suspicion that there was something more to it than just an accident.

Upon further investigation, it was found that the relative in question was seen frequently with a local tantrik. He along with the tantrik were caught and after days of interrogation finally confessed to the heinous crime. They were lynched by the angry villagers and their bodies burnt at a secret location to avoid any police investigation. All this seems ghastly, but at that time, lynching was commonly used as a punishment against people who practiced black magic. However the irreparable damage had been done and three innocent family members had been killed for no fault of theirs. My family had to pay a heavy price indeed.

The store room was rebuilt after a few years but no one dared to stay there at night because of the tragedy that had occurred.

The question before me is that, why me... Of all the people was transported back in time to witness the gory scenes which happened over a century ago. Or perhaps on second thoughts... This incident repeats itself periodically and I was unlucky enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. My Uncle performed a pooja (a cleansing ritual) at the store house the very next day to set the restless souls free.

I sincerely hope that their souls rest in peace and things are fine of now, but I'm definitely not going there again to find out.

[ILAQAT_MUFLIYA]

A Transparent Figure Crying?

What I had experienced was so weird! I was 12 when it happened. We lived in a house where we had our main hall at the center attached with 2 bedrooms and one kitchen behind the main hall. We had an open backyard (can be seen through a kitchen window) from which I can see a small road which was about 10 meters from our house. And between the small road and our house there is a grassland, not so well maintained and it had lots of plastic stuffs but the grasses growing there were so high.

In my back yard, we have steps to land on that grassland (5 steps).

One important thing is that our house (not our own) was newly built.

So our house owner told that he would build a compound between our house and the grass land as soon as possible. We agreed.

After entering that new house, I was fully excited when I saw an open grassland to play on. I told my mom that I would clean it and play there. But as it was so nasty she didn't allow me and added that she was little scared about this place. It didn't satisfy her and the reason was unknown.

Everyday at around 5.00 pm I would put a chair on my backyard (beside the steps) and oil my hair to comb it smoothly. I would plait my hair afterwards. The place in my opinion had a really good chill air or breeze sometimes which makes me sit there everyday. But one day, I got late to go there as I was engaged with some interesting stuff before that.

It was around 7:30 pm. I was oiling my hair. Everything went cool until I saw something strange. There was a crying sound coming somewhere inside the grass. My mom was cooking in the kitchen. As I mentioned my mom can see the backyard through window.

I asked her if she could also hear that sound. She simply ignored and then said it would be some dog or something. After sometime the sound got worse, I went near the grassland to see if something is there. And I was shocked to see a woman dressed in a white saree (an Indian traditional dress) in between the grassland. (the grasses were so high) she was crying with her hands on her face. She was very transparent. It seemed to be like she was in her 20's. It was hard for me to move. Something tied me up to stay. I was not scared because I was strong and wanted to know the reason and console her. I even knew that she was a ghost.

My hands were shaky. As soon as she saw me she disappeared. I explained everything to my mom as I reached my home. My mom said that on her previous conversation with the owner, she was given the info that the grassland was before a house. And the lady's husband was so rude and for some reason he fired it with her living inside and she was pregnant that time.

It was the weirdest experience I have ever had in my life.

Thanks for reading. Nothing happened like that ever since.

 

aunty where ru getting these estories from ? 

[Diana]

A Visit To The Graveyard

early 2009, I changed my job and joined an Organization which had its Head Quarters in Bangalore (India). Though I was based out of Pune, I was called to Bangalore for an Induction session and meetings with the Company's Senior Management. The whole schedule was for around 5 days. After I reached Bangalore I found out that there were around eight others who had recently joined the Organization at the same time as me. We were all housed at the Company's guest house a short distance away from the office. The induction sessions were from 9.00 am in the morning to 5.30 pm in the evening. Past that all of us had a lot of free time on our hands and used it to get to know each other better.

For this particular story, I would like to mention the names of three colleagues out of the eight who were to play an important role in the incidents to follow.

I struck a great rapport with Ajay, Shailesh and Navin. It's not that I was unfriendly with the rest but I got along with these guys like a house on fire. Ajay was a Punjabi from Northern India, very talkative and always ready to take up a challenge. Shailesh was from Mumbai, quick witted but generally quiet. Navin was a resident of Bangalore whose personality was similar to Shailesh but he had a great sense of humor and his one liners kept us entertained all throughout. We had a great time together during this period and got to know each other really well.

During one of our conversations after dinner, Navin told us that there was a graveyard near to the guest house. Our housekeeper Sri had also told him of strange happenings there. The road leading to the graveyard was lonely and generally avoided by people especially at night. He had asked Navin to inform everyone not to venture out on that particular stretch. Ajay was a total non believer and scoffed at the very idea of ghosts and the paranormal. The rest of us were intrigued by this story and wanted to know more but Navin himself had limited knowledge. Sri wouldn't tell us anything more so we let the matter rest there.

Soon it was our final day in Bangalore. After the induction sessions were over, our seniors had arranged for a dinner at a nearby hotel. We had a great time and were treated to a lavish dinner. Ajay in particular enjoyed the most and had one drink too many. Once we were back at the guest house after dinner, all of us started packing our bags since we had to leave early the next morning. After packing our bags we sat down reminiscing the great time we had spent in the last couple of days. The topic of the old graveyard was again brought up by Navin. Seeing Ajay scoff again, he was a bit irritated and dared Ajay to go to the graveyard and spend an hour over there alone. Ajay was a bit high and in the spur of the moment immediately accepted the dare. He stood up and immediately began to walk out of the guest house. We tried to restrain him but to no avail. Being a teetotaler and in full control of my senses, I reluctantly decided to accompany him in his nocturnal adventure.

Ajay was in high spirits as we walked towards the graveyard. The road leading towards the same was very lonely without any signs of habitation. It must have been one km away from the guest house and it was 12. 30 am by the time we reached there. It was an old cemetery not used frequently by the locals. It somehow had an air of nostalgia about it. It was particularly cold that night since it was winter and nights in Bangalore in winter can be quite cold. We reached the gate and were stopped by an old man who introduced himself as the security guard, Abu Chacha. He suspiciously asked us the reason for coming there at such an unearthly hour. Ajay immediately jumped in and told Abu Chacha that one of his relatives was buried there and he had to visit him that night itself as he had come to Bangalore for a short visit and was to fly off to London the coming morning. Abu Chacha sympathized with us and told us to make it quick.

We slowly made our way inside the graveyard. It seemed like a normal cemetery. There was a cemented path in the center with graves lying on either sides of the road. There was eerie silence except for the occasional howling of the strays who roamed freely in the area around the cemetery. There was a bench at a short distance away. Ajay, still high told me that he wanted to sit there and spend a couple of minutes and enjoy the solitude. I was feeling uncomfortable but relented to Ajay's persistent request. We sat down and Ajay immediately put his hand in his pocket, taking out a cigarette. I tried to dissuade him against doing so as it would disturb the sanctity of the place. He was in no mood to listen and had his way. After spending a few more uncomfortable minutes on the bench, Ajay told me that he wanted to move further inside and check out the rest of the place. We had hardly walked a couple of paces ahead when he told me that he suddenly had this overwhelming urge to pee. I told him to immediately refrain from doing so and that it was high time that we left the place. But stubborn as he was, Ajay did not listen to my advice. Winking slyly at me, he went off to some nearby bushes a little away from the place where we were sitting, promising to return quickly. The bushes were thick and I could not see him at all from my current location. Suddenly I felt weak and found it very difficult to breathe as if someone was trying to squeeze the life out of me. I dropped to my knees on the road below. As my gaze turned ahead further down the road, I could see a shadowy form slowly move away from me. It seemed to stop for a moment as if to cast an eerie glance at me before slowly melting away into nothingness.

My head started spinning and a feeling of horror took over me affecting my ability to think clearly. With great difficulty I regained my composure and then it dawned on me that Ajay still hadn't returned. I called out to him but there was no response. I slowly made my way towards the bushes where Ajay had gone a short while ago. I was horrified by what I saw. Ajay was lying senseless on the ground. Not knowing what to expect I got down and shook him vigorously. This fortunately worked and Ajay slowly regained consciousness.

Once Ajay was full conscious he told me he heard some movement near the bushes where he was peeing and suddenly felt as if someone was standing behind him. He instantly experienced the same feeling of weakness and breathlessness as me. Before he could call out to me, he felt a stinging blow on his back which rendered him unconscious until the time I shook him awake. He was still feeling pain near the shoulder. (Later when I had a look at it, I saw a clear imprint of five fingers clearly visible on his upper back and the whole area had become blue due to the clotting of blood). Not wanting to spend another minute over there we proceeded towards the gate of the cemetery. We were suddenly stopped by a young man who asked us sternly as to what we were doing in the cemetery at such a late hour. We quickly told him that we had taken permission from the old man, Abu Chacha and also told us our ordeal. He was surprised at the mention of the name Abu Chacha and told us that no one except him had stood guard at the cemetery for the last 5 years. Some people had earlier told him of an old man being seen around the cemetery especially late in the evening. He had never come across Abu Chacha or whoever the old man was. This was too much for Ajay to bear and he fainted at the gate itself. We carried him slowly to the guard's cabin at the entrance after which I immediately called my colleagues to rush there with a vehicle and get us back to the guest house. It was close to 3.30am by the time we were at the guest house.

On relating the incident to our caretaker Sri, he cursed us for our folly and told us that we were very lucky to get away unharmed. Ajay was down with high fever for the next couple of days and had to stay back in Bangalore. Being a religious person, I promised myself never to be a part of such activities in future. When I met Ajay a couple of months later, I found that he had mellowed down quite a bit. He was also wearing a "Taaviz" (a locket) given to him by one of the priests at a temple in his hometown.

This sure was an amazing transition from a skeptic to a believer.

[Diana]

Accidental Death

This is an experience which I would like to share with all my friends here. This happened last year when I was associated with Wipro BPO.

I was doing an evening shift. My shift timing was 5:30 p.m.-3a.m.I took the drop at 3:15 a.m...While we were passing by a place called Bowler's Den, a strange thing happened. All of us in the cab suddenly started feeling extremely warm and suffocating. It was unbearable. It felt as we were about to die because of suffocation. Strangely, as soon we went ahead for just 1 minute from that place, everything became normal once again. The temperature was normal, that suffocation was gone, and we were able to breathe in normally.

We came back the next day and got in touch with some of the local people of that area. Then we came to know that a couple of years back an extremely sad incident had taken place. A lady who worked in a BPO was returning from her workplace. As she resided nearby, so she did not use to take the office drop. She used to commute by herself. On that tragic night she was on her way home when a cab came and hit her and killed her. After that these kind of strange and horrible incidents have been happening and many people have faced strange and weird incidents.

I still do not know what that was, but those 2-3 minutes were perhaps the most horrible moments in my life.

[Gutka_Mukesh]

meedi ongole daga entra padu kada...akulu ichindi neene nmkm manda..

 

 

neeku aakulu ichinde gaaka nuvvu tuduchukunna aakulu erkodaaniki undamantaava enti 

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[Diana]

Aghori

This incident dates back to my engineering college days during one of my visits to Pune, a place very close to my heart and my current home.

It was vacation time and I decided to visit Sushil, my friend from Mumbai. He had shifted to Pune to study engineering in one of the colleges there. He lived in a rented bungalow at Nigdi with some of his college friends. It was a nice place but isolated and far from the main city. This was exactly how the guys wanted it and loved their privacy every bit.

Sushil had been inviting me to come over to his place for a long time. His buddies had all gone back to their hometowns and would return only after a month. He was the only one who had stayed back. We planned to stay at his place for a couple of days and then return to Mumbai together. Another friend of ours, Vikrant, who was studying in Bangalore, was to join us.

As planned, I reached Sushil's place late in the afternoon. The time it took me to reach Sushil's place from Pune Station was nearly the same as my train travel from Mumbai to Pune. Sushil had meticulously mentioned the directions but as my luck would have it, I missed a turn which led to the delay. Another reason for the delay was due to the fact that there wasn't a living soul to be seen around that area who could help me with the directions. Sushil had a hearty laugh when I narrated my woeful tale to him. I soon settled down and after a while went around with Sushil as he showed me his house.

It was a nice house with a spacious dining area and three bedrooms on the ground floor. There was a nice terrace on the first floor which was quite airy. In fact we had planned to sleep on the terrace as we thought that it would be fun sleeping under the open sky. One thing which I noticed was that there wasn't a single house for at least a kilometer from where the bungalow stood. Sushil mentioned that Vikrant's train would be arriving at around 1.00 am that night. Since I was tired from my afternoon adventure, Sushil asked me to rest there while he would fetch Vikrant from the station on his motor cycle.

We finished our dinner by 10:00 pm that night. Sushil planned to leave at around 11:45 pm so that he could be in time to receive Sushil. I made myself comfortable on his sofa in the sitting area at around 11:15 pm and soon fell off to sleep. Sushil went off to receive Vikrant as planned.

It was after an hour of sound sleep that I was suddenly awakened at around 12:15 am. The whole house was pitch dark, I suddenly felt uneasy. I slowly got to terms with the situation and consoled myself saying that I wasn't in Mumbai but in a city which suffered multiple power cuts throughout the day. I was in the midst of one of them and surely this time would pass soon. I lay back on the sofa waiting for my friends to come back.

I slowly became aware of a humming sound coming from just outside the window of the room where I was. It unnerved me a bit but curiosity got the better of me and I slowly moved towards the window to check the source of the sound.

I opened the window pane a bit so that I could look out and see what was happening.

The humming sound suddenly became loud and a projectile hit the window pane just missing my head by a whisker. I was in a daze but slowly got hold of myself, crawled near the shattered window pane to see who had done it.

Till then my eyes had become quite used to the dark and I was able to see things clearly. As soon as I glanced out, I could see the perpetrator of the dark deed right in front of me. He was a thin man with long matted hair and a beard. He was naked except for a small loin cloth covering his body. His body was all white, smeared with ash perhaps.

I was immediately overcome by a feeling of repulsion for the barely human creature standing around 15 meters from the house. He was standing there doing nothing except moving a sling like object in his right hand and smiling eerily at me. The sling in his hand was what was creating the humming sound. Before I could realize, he picked up another stone, fixed it in his sling and took aim for his next shot. This time I was lucky as the second shot went astray but smashed another window pane nevertheless. I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. I was in a nightmare which just refused to end. Scared to death, I crawled to the farthest corner of the room and sat there hoping that my friends would arrive soon and relieve me of my misery.

Suddenly things became silent for around 10 minutes and my senses were slowly limping back towards normalcy when there was a thump on the door. My first instinct was to rush and open the door for my friends Sushil and Vikrant who might have returned. But then, I remembered Sushil telling me that he would lock the door from outside, so that when he came back with Vikrant, it would not rouse me from my sleep. I fell back paralyzed with fear not knowing what would happen next if the thing outside managed to break the lock and enter. There were a few more knocks on the door, this time harder than the earlier one followed by the humming sound of the sling in the creature's hand.

I was sure that it would be a matter of time before he would break the door and enter the house. The best possible place to hide in that case would be the terrace. I rushed to the terrace and locked the door praying desperately to God for an early arrival of my friends. Till then I had thought that it was a madman on the prowl & had not thought about the paranormal angle at all.

Imagine my horror when I became aware of a noise behind me on the terrace. It was the same creature sitting comfortably in a cross legged position on the edge of the terrace wall. It was just impossible for him to climb up so soon, that too, without making any noise. I could see that the creature was enjoying my ordeal immensely. "This is it", I silently said to myself. I would have to face him since I had no other choice left.

Picking up a small iron rod lying beside me, I silently uttered "Om Namah Shivay" and rushed towards him with an adrenalin rush which I had never experienced before.

When I was about ten feet away from the creature, I stopped and threw my weapon at him. He managed to dodge it but in the process fell back from the terrace to the hard ground below. That was the end of him, I thought. But I soon realized that though he had fallen down, I hadn't heard the sound which broke his fall. Gathering courage, I slowly moved towards the edge hoping to see his body lying on the ground. Imagine my surprise when I found no one down below. The area was absolutely empty without any trace of the creature which had attacked me a short while ago. This was too much for me to handle and I slumped to the ground dazed.

When I woke up, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself on the ground floor and that my friends Sushil and VIKRANT had returned. They looked concerned and told me that they had found me unconscious on the terrace a short while ago. After I related them my entire tale, Sushil told me that it was his mistake to have left me alone in the house that night.

He told me that he and his friends had seen the man, whose description I had just narrated outside their house one month ago. But since they were together they went out immediately with sticks to challenge the intruder. But to their surprise, there was no one outside when they opened the door. Later on they heard from some villagers that a man who was suspected of ritual sacrifices, cannibalism and necrophilia had been lynched by a mob some days ago. He was suspected of being an Aghori. No one was arrested, as is the case with all such incidents in smaller villages. But Sushil and his friends never saw the man again after that.

I did some research on Aghori's and this is what I found out: Aghoris are a Hindu sect which is said to have deviated from mainstream Hinduism. Most other Hindu Sects shun and condemn Aghori's as "Non Hindu" because of the extreme practices followed by them which include cannibalism, living inside cremation grounds, consumption of intoxicants, hallucinogens and engaging in bizarre sexual rituals including necrophilia. They believe that such activities bring them closer to God and bestow them with great power.

Unclean and nearly naked with ash smeared all over their bodies, they definitely aren't pretty to look at. The lifestyle of the Aghori's is shrouded in secrecy and they are seldom seen in public, living mostly in cremation grounds in seclusion. They consume corpses, which may be either pulled from a river or obtained from cremation grounds. These are consumed either raw or cooked on open flame, as the Aghoris believe that what others consider a "dead man" is, in fact, nothing but a natural matter devoid of the life it once contained.

A plausible explanation for my ordeal could be that the Aghori's spirit fed on the terror and horror of his intended victims and grew stronger once the victims lost hope and felt helpless. The moment, I felt strong within, the spirit lost its hold on me and immediately vanished. After this incident, we immediately left the house and returned to Mumbai the next morning. Sushil and his friends did not stay there after coming back to Pune and rented a flat in the heart of the city where we enjoyed many a memorable vacations in the following years.

[Diana]

An Abandoned Bungalow

This happened last year, me and a couple of other friends decided to explore an old bungalow in my locality which was supposed to be haunted. Now when people see an abandoned bungalow they think it's haunted, but people like to talk don't they? We didn't believe a word of the place being haunted and decided to explore for ourselves.

I stay in a bungalow which is near the abandoned one so we decided to have a sleepover at my place and then sneak out during the night have a look, snap a few pictures and return back. My mom had gone to Pune for a relative's marriage so that made the sneaking out easy. It was the summer holidays and we had a lot of fun, there were three of us me my friend Shivani and another friend Vidya.

Some background about the house, it has been uninhabited since as long as I can remember. The current owner of the bungalow is in the United States and doesn't care about it, maybe they are selling it to some builder next year. It's a pretty desolate place, it's at the very end of the road and has a waste land behind it. Not many people care about it anymore, it's been long forgotten except when people talk about ghosts. It is said that the ghost of some previous owner haunts the place, you can hear laughing in there, the gate opening and closing by itself and the glow of old oil lamps when no one is inside. It was just too tempting for us to stay away from.

We decided to reach there at around 7-30 so it would be sufficiently dark and not too late. The bungalow is quite the picture of carelessness, the walls were covered with algae, the weeds had overgrown and the thorns of some plants made it difficult to walk without getting your lower legs scratched, foolishly I had worn shorts, and my legs were cut and bleeding by the time we walked the distance of about three meters from the gate to the front door. It was a moonless night and it is said that at such times the spirits are unrestricted by the veil between the living and the dead. Nevertheless we decided to go in using the windows, since the door had a big rusty lock on it, the windows were very old and seemed to belong to the times long gone by and did not have any glass on them which made getting in rather easy. Shivani was the first to go in followed by me and Vidya. We switched on the flashlights on our cell phones which filled the interior in an eerie light. I had this feeling of sudden sadness and that someone was watching me, I brushed it off as being guilty about trespassing in someone else's property.

The feeling continued and it felt like someone was playing a voyeur on me. It was a sick feeling. As we were taking a look inside I was constantly turning my head around to check if there was someone behind me. Vidya asked me what was wrong, I told her and Shivani about it and Vidya agreed that she felt the same. Shivani said I needed to relax

The interior of the bungalow was plain and unfurnished, with a big hall (living room), a flight of stairs in one corner of the hall led up to the first floor. There was the kitchen just beside the hall and a bedroom or storeroom to the left of the kitchen, we decided to go to the first floor and see if we could find ourselves any ghosts.

Vidya complained that she was not feeling alright and would stay downstairs. Shivani and I started going upstairs and I was overcome by a feeling of sudden and utter terror. I couldn't breathe and I wanted to flee the place, my eyes started watering and my head hurt, a short scream escaped my throat and Shivani looked at me from where she was standing at the top stair. She asked if I was okay and I just nodded my head and said that it was my dust allergy acting up. I slowly got to the upper floor, and we decided to check the rooms ahead. There were three bedrooms up ahead and a door which led to the terrace. We decided to check the first room, as we were about to open the door and peek in we heard someone coming up the stairs.

Thinking it was Vidya, I went to take a look to find that the stairs were deserted, strangely the sound continued but I couldn't see anyone. It was like the sound made when you walk around in flip-flops, Vidya was wearing heels so she definitely wasn't playing tricks on us. I stood there glued and frozen like a statue listening to the sound of walking approaching closer to me, I screamed for Shivani who came out running from the room she was looking in and she heard the sound too. Her face showed the terror she felt and she gripped my hand and we rushed downstairs, I felt an icy breath of air pass me, I was too frightened to care.

We saw Vidya sitting peacefully downstairs on the floor as if in a trance and she seemed to be meditating. We were scared, scared as hell. We rushed downstairs and shook her, she was startled and asked us why was she sitting down. She seemed genuinely confused, and as we were thinking about the situation we heard someone laughing upstairs and ran out of the house through the windows. We ran really hard, I had a stitch in my side and was sweating. When we stopped to catch our breath, I took a look at my friends and was shocked to see that Vidya's face was deathly pale, her pupils had dilated to such an extent that they nearly covered her hazel irises, she was bathed in sweat and when I felt her forehead she had a high fever. She seemed to have gone in that trance like state again, I shook her and asked her if she was okay. She said she felt sick and groaned. She had to puke, she didn't feel alright at all. We went home to let her get some rest.

Back home, she flopped down on the bed in my room and seemed to have slept immediately. Shivani and I discussed the events that took place and wondered if the ghost would follow us, deciding that it wasn't a possibility we went to the kitchen to make something for dinner and wait for Vidya while she completed her nap. The experience had shaken me and I decided that I would take a bath before I cook to calm myself down. While undressing I noticed some scratches near my breasts which definitely were not there earlier, they were shallow and didn't even hurt. I checked my top to see if it was torn while getting in through the windows or anything like that. There wasn't any sign of scratches on it. It just didn't feel normal, dropping the idea of bathing I showed the scratches to Shivani, she checked herself to see if she had any scratches on her body and there were three irregular scratches on her stomach, she said she didn't have them earlier. They really looked new as they were bleeding, they didn't hurt as well.

We decided to tell this to Vidya and see if she was doing okay. We went to my room and at the door we heard someone moaning in there, both of us were shaken visibly and slowly opened the door. Vidya was sitting cross legged on the floor and seemed to be meditating again, this time she was saying something which we had heard as the moaning. I was rooted to the spot, Shivani went and shook her and she got out of the trance like state again. I went to the kitchen to get some ash from the essence sticks which is considered to be holy and put it on Vidya's forehead. Then all of us did a little ritual of praying and asking the spirit to leave her alone. There were no incidents of her getting lost in that state again.

When we mentioned to her about the scratches that we had, she checked herself to find scratches on her stomach too. It was too much of a coincidence and we decided that that was one pervert ghost we had encountered and on seeing three girls it had decided to have some fun. We never told of this incident to anyone, and have not dared to go near the bungalow again. I would have uploaded the photos of my scratches but they are on a rather private place.

[Diana]

An Encounter In Bombay

This incidence happened in the year 1975. My father, then unmarried, along with his family, used to live in the Mulund East suburb of Bombay, now Mumbai.

He used to have a friend and neighbor, Jadhav. Jadhav just got a job with a Pharma Company in Mulund West suburb, and had to daily cross the railway lines to get across the suburbs, and used a cycle for travelling to work.

One night, when Jadhav was returning home at around 1:15 am after completing his third shift, he encountered a strange thing. He saw a man standing in front of him on the railway tracks, accompanied with a cycle. This man was blocking the whole crossing by placing the cycle across the road of the crossing. Jadhav saw this man, but was unable to see his face since the man was facing away from Jadhav.

At first, Jadhav asked the man to leave his way, but there was no response. After a couple of requests, Jadhav started using abusive language to persuade the man to leave the tracks, but there was still no reply. Finally, Jadhav decided to get rid of that man using some physical force. Jadhav was pretty confident about himself since he had a good physique with a height of 5 feet 11 inches and a weight of 85kg, whereas the man confronting Jadhav seemed a physically weak guy of around 45 kgs, and was only somewhere around 5 feet 2 inches tall. Jadhav stepped ahead to grip the shoulder of the man, but when Jadhav touched him, the man suddenly turned around facing Jadhav.

Jadhav saw his face and felt that it seemed something different, his face was totally white and his eyes were so deep that they weren't visible. Before Jadhav could make any move, that man landed a tight slap on Jadhav's face. The slap was so hard that Jadhav fell five feet behind on the ground. It would have been a really difficult task for a man of that height and physique to overpower a huge guy like Jadhav. Jadhav somehow managed to get up immediately but found that the man, along with his cycle, were both missing.

Fear ran through Jadhav's mind as he realized that it wasn't human. Jadhav started running towards the railway platform, which was around 200 meters from the spot. Jadhav somehow reached the railway platform and then ran all the way to his house.

From that night, Jadhav suffered from high fever along with dystentry for one week. His family performed some Puja and Havan to rid him of this fever.

Today, Jadhav lives in Pune, India. Even after more than thirty years after that incident, Jadhav still remembers that night.

I still hear people saying that the railway tracks near the crossing are haunted, and some years back, a flyover bridge was constructed on the railway crossing.

[Gutka_Mukesh]

Diana you are on fire! };_ 

[Diana]

An Encounter With A White Ghost

This incident is not my personal, my mother encountered it. This incident is one of the five incident that my mother told me. She told me that when she was 15 she used to study late at night as she was preparing for her exams.

Everyone was asleep and she was studying in her room, although she was unable to concentrate so she decided to go out and sit in the veranda situated in her room. She went there and started to concentrate.

It was around 10:45pm when she started to shiver. She was shivering like hell and after a minute or two, she had stopped shivering. She saw that something is coming towards her. It was white smoke that was coming towards her. She was really scared and wanted to shout because it took a face of an old woman, but my mother was frozen in her seat. After a few seconds it vanished.

My mother ran inside her parents' bedroom. Her parents got up and asked her why she was screaming. She narrated the whole incident.

Her mother made her sleep inside her room and her father went there and locked the door. That night my mother was not able to sleep as she was only thinking about that apparition she saw.

Very next day they had a small puja (ritual) in the house to get rid of the unwanted entity. Later my mother and her family found some information about that house that the house was weird or in other words we can say that the house was haunted by a spirit.

Till this day my mother swears for what she saw. She even told me that an uncle was also there in the house that was front of her house, and he too saw that thing.