7/23/2012

Haunting... (Chapter - 1)
Hi Friends, its been a long time since I am writing anything, but now I have decided to share some of my experiences, as I am really burdened with so much in my heart, its not meant to hurt anyones feeling or system of beliefs, but if anyone feels offended than he/she can just tell me the same and I will just quit writing, or they can chose to ignore these series.

Before starting I would like to assert that whatever account I am telling is true and least of it is fiction, I may have forgotten some finer details, or I may simply choose to leave the details for the readers own good, mark me when I say for readers own good than I mean it. Now one thing you all may like it or not, but yes there are such things as spirits, you may choose not to believe it or you can just simply ignore it, but you cant hide the fact that deep down somewhere in your heart or mind, you have something for them, I am not talking about fear but may be a suspicion, curiosity or whatever, so on this note I will start our journey. Now as we are moving on I would like to tell you that this series which I will be publishing here on a weekly or sometime periodical basis will be covering my personal experiences, random experiences, myths, demonology, and if possible some occult sciences. To begin with my Introduction, I Ankit Saxena was born in Mathura (Birth place of Lord Krishna), I belong to an educated but highly religious family and am the elder of the two sons of my parents, Religious as in where there are Fasts every Monday, 2 time prayers, Going temple every day, In addition to fasts on Navdurga, Shivratri, Poornima and I dont know what else (Although I still wonder how they still are open minded and not too much into castes and other religion biased stuff), and thats when my both parents are in Job, Government servant (I hate this word servant, but they both like being called that, so what to do?). So moral of the story is that from my childhood I have been given the GYAN of god his powers and all of that, but guess what they dont believe in ghosts (Are you kidding me!), you believe in light but dont believe in darkness, you believe in positive but dont believe in equal negative, last time I heard was, that world is balanced by equal amount of energy, but leave it.

Now one more thing, that you might find it a crap but I am used to seeing/feeling the unusual, I am not saying the Aahat or Anhonee stuff but yes, I have seen/ felt things which I am not capable of explaining or maybe too hard to explain, and NO its not in my head, and yes I discussed with my parents too, but when I discussed it with my parents, they gently laughed at it and on a tougher note gave me a HANUMAN CHALISA to recite every day, I dont know if it worked or not, cause I didnt recite it much maybe sometimes a week/ month for a quarter of year, but when I still complaint them about my experiences they took me to a temple where, the priest did some sort of occult which what he termed as UTARA with what looked to me more like a broom of peacock feathers (Where is Maneka Gandhi, Huh??), and tied some sort of metal piece in a red thread around my neck, then second they took me to a Mosque where another one did similar sort of stuff and gave another similar sort of metal (TABEEZ) what they call them to tie around my neck in black thread, and the visualization doesnt stop, but I understood that instead of becoming an experiment specimen for the Jokers I would rather be a silent watcher, Because whatever it is, I have learnt until then that it will not hurt if I am not indulge. Actually I found many communities/ covens online where people share their experiences and some are genuine, I can tell this cause what they tell me is actually very similar to what I have experienced, and there are many among us too, even many who might be reading this article may have gone through some similar visualization, seeing things which they cant explain, hearing whispers of wind, feeling of somebody watching them, but have brushed aside feeling it nonsense, but it not always was/is I am telling you here very first incident where I encountered something unexplainable and its dated back to year 1996, Age 9, this was before the above reference to my conversation with my parents and aftermath of it. I will be narrating the story in 3 rd person, so as to limit my senses to remember what happened. Location - Bareilly (Izzat Nagar) (U.P.), Year 1996 Occasion My Paternal Aunt was blessed with a baby boy. It was an afternoon of middle winter (mid December), and three of the boys were playing in a nearby under-construction house, the three boys were Siddharth, Mohak & Ankit. All are of

nearly same age, Ankit is slightly younger of them, and they started with making castles with mud the house they were playing was an old fashioned 2BHK flat, front is a big Hall or a drawing room, then in between is a verandah where on one side is Kitchen on other is stairs and below the stairs there is a bathroom, after the verandah there are two Bed rooms with attached bathrooms and there was a door which link two bedrooms, the construction of house was discontinued partially for a month and was to restart in early January, the floor of house was filled with soft sand in huge proportions and that too were like quick sand sort of stuff where in some places our legs could go as deep as thighs (and we were small too), Actually at that age all three of them were wondering why this much of sand is there, (but now I know as I have seen the construction of my house that this is how a floor is made my filling the floor with soft sand and allowing it to settle then again filling it until a saturation is reached then the floor you have decided (Cemented/ Tiled /Marble) can be built over it). The castle making soon turned into mudslinging on each other and then to the walls of Drawing room, then when they were done with that they started the good old, CHAIN game (I dont know what it is called in different places, but its simply running and trying to touch a person, once you are able to touch any then that person hold your hand and you go in pursuit together of catching rest of them, the process goes on until all are part of the chain). Siddharth was eldest and also a good runner, it was always hard for the two of them to catch him, and it was trouble that time too, such that one time each Mohak & Ankit had quit before him, but this time as Den was Ankit and he was able to catch Mohak, they decided to catch Siddharth at any cost, the game was around 15 minutes old when they able to nab down Siddharth who was running from 2nd bedroom to 1st bedroom through the linking gate, it appeared as if he was stuck in sand, and it was not a surprise as that room had the softest sand and even on normal walking they were nearly pulling out their legs, finally as it was like a Mission Impossible accomplished for both Mohak & Ankit they ask for a break and they all come back to Drawing room, where Ankit looked at the wall they have just ruined by mud and exclaimed, look at the wall and all the mud shots it just looks as if its a picture of someone standing, and it indeed was, the mud does appear to resemble a human figure a distorted one but hand, eyes and everything was there, Siddharth said yes and only his this hand is not shaped properly, he pointed towards right hand, the wrist portion was crooked or can say not clear, we laughed about it, and threw some more mud to complete the picture, then Ankit exclaimed in joy to

Siddharth Finally we were able to catch you!!, Yeee, Mohak too joined the chorus, Siddharth felt frustrated and said, If it was not that I wouldnt have struck in the sand, you two couldnt have caught me, then he continued, It was as if something has caught my leg, So what, there is too much sand in there even my leg too was caught in something when I was in there Ankit said. And he was right. They were still relaxing until Mohak said, he heard something more like a scream, almost inaudible, Ankit too had heard something before, but it was a faint sound, something more of a mechanical sound than a scream, and he convinced Mohak the same, that, its coming from the neighbors Mixer-Grinder , it was around 3:00 in the afternoon and they got a distinct loud sound calling their name, that was Mohaks mother calling them for lunch, they all got out and turned back to Home which was just 3 Flats away, when Siddharth swear of seeing somebody on the terrace, Nobody was believing him, Mohak was suggesting him that it might be a Bird flying over the terrace, Ankit was also of similar opinion, but Siddharth refused and challenged that he saw a human form on terrace, So all of them decided to go on the terrace. All three of them got to the stairs and reached terrace there was nothing, next roof which was of neighbors on either side was inaccessible, but in the middle of the terrace was some red thick liquid more like a paint, in fact definitely a paint what could that much thick red liquid can be, they all got down and reached back to their home, it was during dinner time Mohak, who was native to that place, narrated that to his father, who got suspicious and told them not to go there and he will check out, He actually went with one of his friends and checked, although I doubt if he went on to terrace, but he returned and announced that we no longer need to go there to play instead play indoors as there is enough room to play. We obeyed anyway it was only for 2 days and 3rd day we were back to our native. It was not until I was 14 when Ankit got this info from Mohak, who in turn was also told by Uncle just few days back (In one of those lectures that you are still a kid) that makes it after 5 years of their experience, that following January when work started in that house a body of a man was recovered in that 2nd Bedroom, it was most likely of one of the worker, but his face was severed to make it hard to recognize, and as in those areas there are not skilled labors and they work on daily wages, so its hard to tell if anyones missing until someone comes up

searching. So that body lay there for at least one month in that sand grave, waiting for someone to find it, and it was eventually find by the mason who was pushing the sand to make it level but the portion with the body always end up soft, they thought of it as some animals body & they dug it out of its 3 feet grave I dont know if that case was ever solved, whose body it was, whether it was blood on the terrace, whether it was actually the body which got caught of Siddharths leg, If there was someone on the Terrace, if the mechanical voice was actually a scream, if the picture formed was of the victim or his tormentor, was the hand severed or was it holding something, or does all of it is a load of crap. Sometime I just brush away considering all as a series of mere coincidences, but, then deep down somewhere inside my rationale brain, I do feel that there was something there, maybe someone, who was there that day not to hurt us, giving us signs just asking for help, or maybe just wanting his body to be discovered !!!...
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