I have written a few stories here, which are my experiences mostly; but this one is a story where I was a mere witness. I will make this story as brief as possible.

My mother-in-law passed away in August 2011 very suddenly. She was not suffering from anything life threatening, just had a bad case of arthritis. He death was due to overdose of a particularly strong medicine that she was prescribed. She was supposed to take one tablet every 2 weeks, but she misunderstood the doctor and used to take 2 tablets every week, due to which all her major organs started to fail, but she didn't realize it until it was very late.

Now, all her children (1 son and 3 daughters) lived the Gulf along with their families and when the father informed us all that she was very serious and in the ICU we all flew down to India. She passed away in the evening at 5:45 pm, on the day that we landed. I could not go to the hospital to be with her as I was looking after my two kids, plus my sis-in-law's kids. I remember the time cause when my husband called from the hospital to say that mummy had passed away at 5:45, I looked at the wall clock and it had stopped at 5:45. She was unconscious during the time we were there and so none of her kids didn't get a chance to talk to her.

She was a very nice and sweet person so all of her kids were heartbroken. Her children were inconsolable, especially her youngest daughter let's call her Lorre, who was very close to her. We started making the preparations for the funeral. We picked out a dress & shoes for her to wear, and started looking for her jewelry to put of her. But sadly we couldn't find anything except her wedding ring. Anyway we didn't have much time to waste so we decided to let her be buried with only her wedding ring.

After the funeral we came home and all about looking for the jewelry was forgotten as the family was coping up with such a huge loss. A few days went by and we were getting ready to come back to the Gulf and our jobs when Lorre remembered her mom's jewelry and started looking for it. She turned the house upside down but she didn't find it. She even looked in the safe, nothing there too. She asked her father about it and he said he didn't know anything about it (he was depressed anyway). In frustration she just said "Oh, Ma where have you kept the gold?" The next morning Lorre woke up and said, "Mummy came in my dreams. She told me that she had kept the gold in the wooden cabinet in her room." So I said, "But you have looked there already." And she said yes she had, but she would look again. She did spend half the day trying to find but didn't find anything in the cabinet. So she just gave up and started packing as we all were leaving the next day.

Next morning again she woke up and said that mom had come in the dream and said "Look properly in the wooden cabinet, Beta, that's where I kept the gold." So she started searching the cabinet all over again, and guess what? She did find the jewelry in the wooden cabinet. There they were 2 gold necklaces, a gold bracelet, 3 rings and few bangles neatly hung up on a nail on the wall of the wooden cabinet and all this while she was looking on the shelves only.

We were all amazed by this incident and it reconfirmed my belief that death is not the end, our loved ones still remain with us and do watch over us everyday.

I have written a few stories here, which are my experiences mostly; but this one is a story where I was a mere witness. I will make this story as brief as possible.

My mother-in-law passed away in August 2011 very suddenly. She was not suffering from anything life threatening, just had a bad case of arthritis. He death was due to overdose of a particularly strong medicine that she was prescribed. She was supposed to take one tablet every 2 weeks, but she misunderstood the doctor and used to take 2 tablets every week, due to which all her major organs started to fail, but she didn't realize it until it was very late.

Now, all her children (1 son and 3 daughters) lived the Gulf along with their families and when the father informed us all that she was very serious and in the ICU we all flew down to India. She passed away in the evening at 5:45 pm, on the day that we landed. I could not go to the hospital to be with her as I was looking after my two kids, plus my sis-in-law's kids. I remember the time cause when my husband called from the hospital to say that mummy had passed away at 5:45, I looked at the wall clock and it had stopped at 5:45. She was unconscious during the time we were there and so none of her kids didn't get a chance to talk to her.

She was a very nice and sweet person so all of her kids were heartbroken. Her children were inconsolable, especially her youngest daughter let's call her Lorre, who was very close to her. We started making the preparations for the funeral. We picked out a dress & shoes for her to wear, and started looking for her jewelry to put of her. But sadly we couldn't find anything except her wedding ring. Anyway we didn't have much time to waste so we decided to let her be buried with only her wedding ring.

After the funeral we came home and all about looking for the jewelry was forgotten as the family was coping up with such a huge loss. A few days went by and we were getting ready to come back to the Gulf and our jobs when Lorre remembered her mom's jewelry and started looking for it. She turned the house upside down but she didn't find it. She even looked in the safe, nothing there too. She asked her father about it and he said he didn't know anything about it (he was depressed anyway). In frustration she just said "Oh, Ma where have you kept the gold?" The next morning Lorre woke up and said, "Mummy came in my dreams. She told me that she had kept the gold in the wooden cabinet in her room." So I said, "But you have looked there already." And she said yes she had, but she would look again. She did spend half the day trying to find but didn't find anything in the cabinet. So she just gave up and started packing as we all were leaving the next day.

Next morning again she woke up and said that mom had come in the dream and said "Look properly in the wooden cabinet, Beta, that's where I kept the gold." So she started searching the cabinet all over again, and guess what? She did find the jewelry in the wooden cabinet. There they were 2 gold necklaces, a gold bracelet, 3 rings and few bangles neatly hung up on a nail on the wall of the wooden cabinet and all this while she was looking on the shelves only.

We were all amazed by this incident and it reconfirmed my belief that death is not the end, our loved ones still remain with us and do watch over us everyday.

It started in the mid winter say in the ending of December and January was on the edge of starting. I at that time was a college student and was quite busy with my studies. I must mention here that I am not amongst those who had good number of friends. I am shy in nature and had only 1 friend in my whole college life.

On December 28th 1997, the time would have been in between 3:30 to 4:00pm (approximate), I had just returned from my college. As usual, I was pity hungry and as soon as entered in my house I started seeking for some sank to eased up hunger for a little bit.

Varanasi, the city where I live (since birth), the temperature usually stays between 5 to 6 degrees centigrade in the end of December and in the first week of January and then it goes even below in the mid half of January to mid February, so, my mother and other members of my family used to spent most of the time in the rooftop to get some warmth from the sun.

Since everyone of my family was in the upper side of the building, so in the apartment of ours was pity dark (as all the switches were off). I was feeling so hungry that I did not noticed that I was being watched by someone.

My kitchen's location (where I was that time) was that if someone had to go there, he has to cross three rooms one by one (since it was a temporary kitchen earlier it was a store room as our main kitchen was under renovation).

At that time we had a schedule lode shedding from 12:30 pm to 5:00pm, and that time we don't have any power back-up facility (say inverters etc). The only light I had in the kitchen was coming from a kerosene lantern/lamp with a little mix up with daylight. Rest of three rooms were pity dark though some little pinch of light was coming from the window edges and decorated roshandans (air vents situated at the top of the walls, old houses do have that kind to inside-structures).

After encountering my hunger, I looked from the kitchen window; I saw still there was enough sunlight so I decided to join the family in the roof. After locking the kitchen as I turned back, I saw a person passing from dining room to drawing room. I thought that it may be my youngest brother. I immediately went to the direction where I had seen him going. I was surprised to see that there was no one in that room. I thought that may be my mind is playing some tricks with me. Suddenly I remember that when I had entered in the apartment I had locked the front door so how can he enter in the flat.

I started filled up with fear and I immediately decided to leave that place as quickly as I can. But unfortunately failed to do so as I was grabbed by some unknown power. My legs were started cramping up people says that whenever they had an paranormal experience they fell cold but in my case I was feeling very hot as someone had putted me in an burning coal oven.

I tried to shout with all of my power but it seemed that my voice was trapped inside my throat. I started to throw my hands here and there like a mad person in order to get myself free from that horrible power but I was not getting any success. There was a moment when I thought that the unknown power had achieved full control on me and I had no power left in my body for further resistance, I started calling goddess to whom I worship to save my life.

Was it a coincidence or not I don't know, I suddenly heard the barking of my pet dog and with him my mother entered in the apartment. I was immediately freed from that entity. My mother, when she saw me lying on the floor in unconscious and almost knocked out, she started calling the rest of the people in the family to save me. I was picked up from the floor and was putted in a bed.

Our family doctor was called immediately, but in his initial examine I was declared ok. Though, he gave me some energy tonic and some paracetamol (as my body temperature has risen up by little).

After the departure of the doctor, my mother asked what exactly had happened with me inside the house in their absence. I told them that I was attacked by a spirit when I was coming out from the kitchen. My mother then burnt an iron rod in camphor lite and cooled it immediacy in holy Ganga jal and gave it to me to drink.

After drinking that I felt better. That whole night my mother sat beside me to guard me from that spirit along with my pet dog. Though, I slept properly, but I had bad dreams that night.

Almost 12 years has passed, when I had that horrible encounter with that spirit; my loving dog had passed away on 2nd May 2014. His death was not natural too. He was not felling good from last 3 month and was under full medical asylum. But unfortunately, we did not able to save his life.

My mother still in depression as he was much closed to her and always helped her in fighting such situations.

After some quality time at Paul's house I headed back home, it was dark already. I had my motorcycle and within a few minutes I was halfway through. Thanks to my Yamaha I was able to make it up fast; I paused for some tea and cigarettes. A cold evening and the hot tea and cigarettes were soothing. There wasn't much traffic on the roads, after some time I started again. I had my helmet removed for some fresh air, and whilst moving I suddenly felt some additional weight on my bike. Hmmm was a little weird, but wasn't much bothered at first, later my vehicle started wobbling. Now this was totally unusual. Before I could further think what it was about, I felt my body heating up, as if something was trying to hold me tight. An eerie feeling, but because of the chillness outside, I thought I must be getting sick and stuff. The intensity of this kept increasing, as I went through the roads, I saw a nice church on the left side. The moment I saw the church I felt the weight behind the bike and the heat on my body suddenly come off. In a few meters I slowed down to halt and turned back. Before I could step on the brakes I heard a huge blast, it was my tire going pop. I got off my bike, to see no one on the road. I knew there was something behind my bike but because my tire popped out I convinced myself for it to be a problem with my bike. It was late night and I couldn't find any mechanic shops and I didn't try either. I called Paul and asked him to come and pick me up. I parked my bike near the church and planned to take it back the next day.

Luckily I had bought a pack of cigarettes, and they kept me company until Paul came. He came in his dad's car. I got into the vehicle and we speeded through. He wanted me to stay over at his place. The moment we crossed streets, that is the second we moved away from the street, I could sense something else amongst us. This wasn't much of a sense, it was a feeling. I could feel the warmth around my body even with the visors down. He knew I was a little uncomfortable and asked me if I needed help. But as always I refused to say anything and asked him to turn on the music. We reached his place. We had some dinner and hit the bed immediately.

We were in his room, a nice largish room, but the small cot didn't provide enough room for the two of us. He agreed to sleep on the couch. Even in his house I was a little uneasy. The lights were off; his air conditioner wasn't turned on because of the chillness around. He dozed off in a couple of minutes. But what seemed to be happening in a lighter tone intensified. I felt I was tied up tight and my body's heat went up to an extreme, I was suffocating. I could feel the presence of a spirit for clear now, but wasn't clear enough what it wanted from me, right from the roads this heat has been engulfing me. Now it intensified and I couldn't move a muscle. Everything came to an end when Paul's mother suddenly opened the door. The lights came on, and lit brightly and fused off, all after his mother entered in. I could find myself relieved off the pressure that was holding me. I was dripping with sweat. The sound the lights made when they turned on and off woke up Paul too. We were in the dark, and an odd smell filled the room. Paul's mother immediately took the two of us out into the living room.

Paul's mother spoke to me for half an hour about this. She was a lady who could see and sense apparitions. She has been having this power from her childhood. The reason why she busted in was that, she heard mourns let out by a girl, the sounds they let out whilst having sex. She also could feel an eerie feeling that was keeping her awake. And thanks that she had come in and I didn't have to experience it any further. There were two phases in his house and the living room was lit and bright. I could see my face very pale in the mirror. Though Paul's mother and I understood what it was, we easily came out of it in a few days but Paul just witnessing the lights going on and off and his mother busting in is still in a hell of a lot of confusion. When thought about it still gives the creeps to me, as if what I would have done without his mother coming.

I am a regular reader of this site. Some of the incidents written down here have truly spooked me out so I avoid reading them at night! Now the incident I am about to tell you is something that my friend Ishika had told me. It's a bit long but please bear with me.

Vizag a busy city of Andhra Pradesh, India. Also it is the hub of scores of youngsters seeking classes for cracking competitive exams of engineering and medical. Back in 2006 Ishika also went there for studies. She got herself enrolled to Vikas Institute; she was allotted a dorm having bunk beds and about 8 girls in one room. Eventually she settled down and established a great rapport with her roommates.

Life in Vikas is one hell of a torture; tests every alternate day, grand test on Sunday and not to mention long hours of classes starting from 5 AM in the morning and ending at 6 PM in evening, with very few breaks to enjoy. So you can understand it's like staying in prison without any hope of parole even when you put up your best behavior. Adding more pain to this was the fact that the girls and boys were taught separately (so you can understand the pain and boredom).

Jokes apart, fast forward to 7 months an epic and terrifying exam was lurking around the corner, so the gals were busy cramming as much they could and stayed up until late in the night. So my friend and two more roommates of hers were busy studying it was around 1 AM. All of them were sitting on the bunker beds, a pin drop silence was there throughout the whole building.

Now the rooms of the girls were one in front of the other and were separated by a very long corridor which ended to the washroom area. Out of nowhere the eerie silence of night was disturbed the sound of a girl hurrying from the far end of the corridor. The girl was wearing anklets (anklets is a pair of jewellery which we girls wear around the ankles. It creates a sweet jingling noise when a gal moves around).

My friend and her still-awake roomies weren't bothered with the fact. They assumed some gal is in real need to use the washroom. The hurried jingling sound continued and surprisingly stopped just before my friend's dorm. All the 3 girls looked up from their books with a puzzled look. What took them by surprise was the fact that their dorm was just adjacent to the washroom so if the gal was in hurry she has to walk past their dorm to access the washroom! Ishika and her friends waited for the gal to pass. Their dorm door was closed so they were not able to see anyone.

Two minutes passed, nothing happened. One of the gals suggested the name of Anjana, a gal in their institute who was a total weirdo who would often roam in the corridor at night as if she was taking a stroll in public park! Ishika, being the bravest among the 3, shouted Anjana's name and asked her not to mess with them. There was no response. One of the gals freaked, out pulled covers over her head and straightway slept on her bed which was still full of books that she was studying. The other gal also suggested Ishika to do the same, but my friend was quite cross thinking of it being a prank played upon them.

She climbed down the bunk bed and decided to go out and give Anjana a piece of her mind. The other roomie tagged along with her to give her moral support. Ishika opened the door and peeped out to find silence and empty corridor. Puzzled, she took a few steps out of her dorm and was scanning the long corridors and empty washrooms when, out of nowhere she felt a chilling sensation and got goosebumps on just the left side of her body. This was immediately followed by dizziness. Luckily her friend caught her, dragged her in the dorm and shut the door tightly. Next day Ishika was completely fine and she decided not to share her experience with anyone.

The holidays approached much to relief of the students. Ishika and her 2 friends sat with the wardens chatting few hours before catching their trains. While gossiping, the topic shifted to suicides and then the warden told them that a few years before a gal had committed suicide in the institute by jumping from the rooftop. Nobody knows why she took this drastic step.

Coincidentally Anjana was also a part of the discussion. She added her experience that happened to her about a fortnight after joining the institute. One night she woke up to use the washroom. She went down to the washroom and was busy there when she heard the adjacent door open and heard the tap turning and filling of the bucket. Anjana decide to strike up a conversation but no response came. Next she decide to go out and wait for the gal. Solid 15 minutes passed but the gal didn't come out and she still heard the water flowing. Another gal of Anjana's room came and asked Anjana why she looked so agitated, then Anjana told the entire thing right from the scratch. The other gal, not believing her, stomped right in front of the washroom door, knocked the door twice and then tried to open the door. To both the gals' surprise the door was open and the tap was still turned on and water was flowing...

From that day onward, Anjana avoided going alone in night to the washroom and, by the way, she was not the one who roamed the corridors in night...!

Tell me friends what do you feel was it one same entity or two different entity experienced by Anjana and Ishika?

It was during the cold winter night of January this incident occurred, a night; we tried to forget but just can't get it out of our minds.

It was a Saturday and the three of us, Sanju, Ajay and Jeetu (me) had been all day together, enjoying ourselves. 10 p.m. Was the time; we were at Sanju's house, passing our time by talking, playing games and cracking jokes. Ajay asked what the plan was for dinner. Sanju said he knew a new place that had opened up and had great food. Pritam's Dhaba was the place at the outskirts of the city; at least an hour drives from Sanju's place. We did not argue much, and decided to go ahead. Sanju picked up the keys of his Honda Accord and we left around 11 p.m. We reached the Dhaba, we ate and were done by 12 midnight at which point it was time to head back home. We sat in the car; Sanju drove, with me on the passenger seat and Ajay alone on the back seat. 10 minutes passed and I realized Sanju had taken a different route. He said it would save us some time getting back.

The road was deserted as it had only swamps around it. It was a no-moons night and the temperature was around 12 degrees. It was a long stretch of road, and for some reason I was getting the chills. 12. 30 a.m. We were in the middle of this dreaded road around the swamps and our car started to slow down and with a few jerks stopped in the middle of nowhere. "What happened Sanju?" I asked. "Wait, I'll check" he answered. Sanju opened the Bonnet and started to check what the problem was. I sat in the car and Ajay got out of the car saying "I want to pee". Sanju finished off playing with the engines and came sat in the car. "Prob solved, where's Ajay?" he asked. He's gone to pee. I said.

Ajay returned and sat back in the car. "What took you so long dude?" I asked.

He did not respond. Sanju was wiping his hands, when he asked Ajay the same question and turned back to have a look at Ajay. Sanju turned back and froze for the next 10 seconds. I looked at Sanju and asked "What happened, what's the matter with you?"

Not getting a response from him I also turned back to Ajay who was sitting right behind me to see what the problem was. Ajay just stared at us angrily, with utter disgust. His nostrils flared up, his hair was a mess and what even spooked me more was when I saw his eyes. Brown coloured cattish eyes, whereas Ajay had black eyes in reality and did not wear lenses. Five Seconds later Ajay's hands were on his neck choking himself, he screamed in a shrilling Feminine voice and his eyes had rolled up, only the white of it could be seen. God, that scream was just horrible; it still gives me the creeps. Sanju and myself got out of the car. I opened the back door and tried to stop Ajay from choking himself, that's when he pushed me with his left hand and I fell at least six feet away.

Physically, on normal day, it was not possible for Ajay to do that to me. Sanju helped me get up. We both were in shock and scared for our friend.

"What do we do?" Sanju asked. I went to the car and removed the small idol of Lord Ganesh (Hindu God) that was kept next to the steering wheel. I gave Sanju the idol and a bottle of water. We opened the back doors again, Ajay was still choking himself, I started to recite the Hanuman Chalisa (Sacred Hindu Mantra) and this time held his hand's firm and pulled them from his neck, Sanju at the same time put the Ganesh idol in his pocket and poured the water on his face. It worked; Ajay started to calm down and fainted eventually. Sanju and myself were still in shock and were trying to figure out what had happened in the last 15 minutes. I signaled to Sanju that we should leave ASAP.

We went to Sanju's house and carried Ajay to his bedroom. We sat next to him.

He woke up at 7 in the morning and looked at us and asked, "What happened, how did I get here and why are you guys awake and staring at me? "Nothing, you just fell asleep in the car and we brought you here." I replied with a nervous smile. Later we dropped him home, and told the incident to his father. We kept a watch over him for a few days to see if anything about him had changed or not, but he seemed to be fine. His father thanked us and asked us to forget it and never discuss it again.

We never discussed it with anyone, but cannot forget that night and may not be able to forget it, a night when we almost lost our friend.

The incidents which I am about to relate occurred at my office a couple of years back. I have already described one such Office Haunting in my story "The Parking Lot Ghost". The events which I am about to narrate were experienced in a single night and the people associated with it had one hell of a scary experience. This incident occurred about a year after my encounter with the Parking Lot Ghost. My nerves were on the edge for a couple of months after the incident but had now calmed down sufficiently. Work was monotonous and the night shifts were long and boring. And then one night something happened.

It was a Saturday night, a time when most of us are enjoying a gala time with our families and friends and here I was in office working in the graveyard shift. Really frustrating but nothing much could be done about it. There were only a few people in the office that night, mainly the housekeeping and administration staff and a bored receptionist who was busy idling away his time. Unfortunately for me there was an IT implementation for V-Sat equipment going on. We had to install an Antenna (VSAT out Door Unit) on the Terrace. There were two unfortunate colleagues helping me that night, equally unhappy as me for having sacrificed a beautiful evening in such a manner. But work it was and it had to be completed that night itself.

It was around midnight when we finally managed to shift the heavy antenna to the terrace of the building and installed it at its final resting place. It was a tough job considering the weight of the antenna. A few minor configurations and we would be done for the night. Everything was normal until this time. Then things started to happen.

Incident One: - The Receptionist

We were sitting in the cafeteria on the ground floor hungrily gobbling up our dinner and enjoying the fruits of our labour when we suddenly heard a loud scream. We were all surprised and rushed outside. The receptionist, as we could see it, stood huddled in one corner of the room sweating profusely and scared out of his wits. One of the guys went up to him but he was really very hysterical and it took us around 15 minutes to calm him down. He then related his account:

As usual, he was sitting at the desk, whiling away his time. With nothing much to do, he had probably dozed off when he suddenly felt a stinging slap on his face. He woke up in a daze, frantically trying to locate the perpetrator but to his dismay, found no one around him. His ordeal wasn't over as an invisible hand caught him by the neck and slapped him once more. He was literally thrown off his chair by the force of the second slap. Scared as hell, he retreated to one corner of the room and started screaming at the top of his voice asking for help. On closer examination we found that his face was red and swollen. Someone or something powerful had struck him really hard. We quickly checked the CCTV logs to check whether anyone had recently entered the area. What we saw was really scary. The CCTV footage showed that the receptionist was dozing on his seat when he was struck twice by an unseen force. We could see that he was being hit but his attacker was invisible. He was badly shaken and was immediately sent home. He was too scared to come back and left the job subsequently. We were all shaken and trying to come to terms with the situation when the second incident occurred.

Incident 2: The Shop Floor Ghost

There were two housekeeping staff who were on the shop floor doing their routine chores like cleaning and dusting the floor. The shop floor was big enough to seat around 200 people. It was empty at that time as all the staff using that floor had left for the day. Suddenly one of them noticed a girl at the far end of the room working at a frenzied pace on her computer and singing at the same time. The sound of her voice and the keyboard on which she was working literally reverberated throughout the empty floor. It did not seem normal for someone to be working on the floor at that time. Both the housekeeping staff came out and reported this to the security guard. The guard immediately went inside but found no one at the desk where the girl was seen. However there was something strange. The noise of the keyboard and the singing was still heard in the room as if someone was still there. The guard was scared and called everyone to the shop floor to witness the strange occurrence. We all went there and could actually hear someone singing eerily and working really hard on the keyboard but strangely no one was visible.

One of the guys had a bright idea and suggested that we could actually see a ghost through a camera even though it wasn't visible to the naked eye. For this, he had all the lights in the room switched off. He then switched on his mobile phone camera and moved it around the room trying to locate the entity. We could not locate anything for the first five minutes. Then suddenly the camera picked up a faint outline of something moving, around 30 feet from where we were standing. The figure was moving from one desk to the singing and at the same time pressing hard on the computer keyboard keys. The song of the entity along with sound of the keyboard was heard from exactly the same location where the figure was seen from the camera. Five of us who were present there were glued to the camera when I suddenly noticed something which the others had failed to pick up. The entity was slowly proceeding towards us at a steady pace and was only ten feet away from us. I snatched the camera from my friend's hand and literally pushed everyone out of the room. I can't imagine what the entity would have done if it had caught up with us. Once out of the room we could still hear the song and the sound of the keyboard inside.

Thankfully nothing happened to us. Perhaps the entity just wanted to have its fun and since we played spoil sport, it tried to shoo us away.

Incident 3: Ghost on the Terrace

It was around 3.00 am by now. Half an hour had passed since the last incident. We were scared but at the same time anxious too. Something inside told me that there was more to come. At around 3.15 am, we heard a loud crash on the terrace of the building. We went upstairs and to our dismay, saw that the antenna which we had installed with so much difficulty that evening had toppled over from the roof and fallen down on the floor. The screws had been literally ripped away from the hard concrete floor on which the base of the antenna had been firmly fixed. It seemed very unlikely that something like this could happen on its own. We just couldn't believe our eyes. I sent one of the guys downstairs to check whether we had a spare antenna available. My friend and I were waiting on the terrace when it started to rain. We ran to take cover under the terrace roof waiting for the rain to subside. It was really very depressing as all our hard work had gone waste and we would have to install the antenna all over again. Just then I heard a voice coming from the roof of the terrace exactly above the place where we had taken shelter. Instinctively, I looked up and was aghast at what I saw. It was a girl in a gown standing on the top of the roof merrily singing a song and enjoying the rain. I just saw her for a couple of seconds before she disappeared. Suddenly my colleague screamed. I looked back and saw the same girl standing around five feet from where I was. This time her expression was more serious and she was angrily staring straight at me. That look is something which I will never ever forget. Just thinking about it gives me the shivers even now.

This was as much as my jumpy nerves could take. My friend and I ran downstairs until we came right out of the building. We narrated the incident to all present and decided to stay together in the cafeteria until dawn. We reported this incident to our superiors the next day. They asked us to underplay the whole thing to avoid panic among the staff. The CCTV footage was a too strong an evidence to be shrugged off. Surprisingly nothing major happened afterwards. Even to this day the staff has reservations about moving alone within the office premises at night. We had encountered three paranormal occurrences that day:

1) Slapping of the receptionist caught on CCTV

2) Ghostly apparition seen on the Shop Floor

3) The Girl on the Terrace

Why did we experience these paranormal occurrences that night only?

Was it a single entity or multiple ones who caused so much havoc?

What actually triggered these events?

Was it a particular person or something that we did?

I tried hard but could not figure out a plausible explanation for the above questions.

Your guess is as good as mine.

Location - Pandey Khola, Almora, Uttranchal, India

Date - October, 1999

I have read many stories at this website and often wondered why some people have many unique experiences of coming across ghosts or spirit and often others are non-believers in such things.

I reflected at my own memory lane and recalled some of these experiences when something happened and I do not have scientific explanation behind it. This is first of my experience which I can still clearly recall what happened during those three days spent in very old ancestral house of my friend at Pande Khola, Almora.

This happened during my 2nd year of college time when I was of 19 years in age. Anirban, I and Rahul were very close friends during college time. Often, we used to assemble at Anirban's house whenever we three used to bunk college. Both of Anirban's parents were working, hence his house used to be ideal place for us to hang out together. Anirban was a Bengali, however his nature at some time was unpredictable. Rahul on other hand was originally from Almora which was a small town situated at high altitude in Uttar Pradesh province of India at time when this incident happened. However today that town is in Uttaranchal province.

As stated above Rahul was originally from Almora; however, all his family including his parents and sibling at that time was staying in Noida. Noida is Satellite Township located very next to Delhi which is capital city of India. Rahul had old ancestral house located in this Pande Khola part of Almora which is actually almost 5 km away from main Almora city. For those who have been to these places will understand that these kind of hilly towns are very sparsely located and areas outside city are full of wild animals and one should not wander after evening.

One day Rahul described us about his ancestral house. House was basically two storey wooden house which was constructed somewhere around early 1920. Upper storey was totally empty, however ground floor had caretaker who used to live there along with his family. Part which got us excited was that upper storey also has a section which was actually locked through holy mantras by priest back in 1960 was never opened. Belief was that section being haunted.

We planned a holiday trip to Almora which has lot of old temples to see and is very good holiday destination to relax and rejuvenate. As explained we were students and hence we required a place to stay vs staying in hotels which will cost us lot of money which we never had. We requested Rahul's father to allow us to stay in upper storey of that ancestral house for a week. His father warned us not to be very curious and never open that locked section in any situation however we can stay in the house. He gave us letter for caretaker who will then take care of our food and other basic necessities during our stay.

We three took late night bus from ISBT Delhi during one of day during October month in 1999. By almost 5am bus reached Haldwani. This place is last place in plains before climb actually starts to mountain area and required to shift to smaller kind of bus which can turn in steep narrow mountain roads. Any way we reached Almora by late morning. We had good breakfast in main Almora city in one restaurant which is famous for its dosas (south Indian delicacy). Rahul's house was almost 5 km away from main city in outskirts and almost 2 hr walk; however, weather was nice around 8-9 degrees Celsius and we decided to walk instead of looking for jeep which can drop us on way to other cities in Kumaon area.

We reached his house around late afternoon and rested as we were dead tired due to long travel. We had good dinner arranged by caretaker's family and slept well through the night. Next morning we went to Almora city for site-seeing and saw few temples and came back by early evening. One thing to note that during winter month's places like Almora are very dark by almost 5 pm so any travel from Pande Khola to Almora or vice versa have to be done thinking that in mind. We had no television in the house and pretty much nothing to do except chit chat for evening in that house.

We clearly remembered what Rahul's father has told us about old section; however, by third day morning curiosity got better of us and we opened sealed section which was locked using very old rusted lock and around lock had pictures of Hindu deities. We went inside section and found one kitchen constructed in very old style and a door to open another sealed room which we also opened and found one very old trunk and found some clothes which were in very condition due to time. We spent almost close to 1.5 hours inside that sealed section and nothing happened at all. We had new locks so we locked inside room and main section again and then added back pictures of deities over locks again.

By this time it was almost late afternoon and Rahul was combing my hairs looking at mirror. Just to remind that during that time all three of us had very long hairs, not usual for guys however we were victim of latest fashion during those college days. Since we had long hairs, combing activity was not that easy. During this time Anirban and I was both sitting in ground floor lawn. Rahul saw someone waving in mirror and he thought either I or Anirban were playing pranks and hence he scolded us reminding that we also have long hairs like him, so what's big deal. After his shouting I commented from downstairs about Rahul talking with himself since both Anirban and I were downstairs and there was no one else to talk to.

Anyway Rahul could not understand reason behind what he saw in mirror and decided to ignore, thinking that he must be imagining things. However, almost around 5 pm I saw one hand which was cut up to elbow flying near door of that sealed section and it was almost like hand flying in air without any body at all. I screamed in fear and other two looked at my face which was pale in fear and I was shivering like I was in trance. Anirban and Rahul both shook me which took me out of my trance. By this time we decided to vacate the house and go to main Almora city. It was very dark outside and not safe to travel due to fear of wild animals; however, what happened during that single day was too much for us to bear. We walked in dark without any light to main Almora city and reached city about 8 pm and decided to stay in Rahul's relatives' place for another 4 days.

Another thing happened during that trip due to which I still remember this incident very clearly. During 4th evening Anirban started beating me without any explainable reason. We all were very surprised and thought it has to do with Anirban's unpredictable behavior; however, we were very close friends and there was not a proper reason to explain his erratic behavior. As I mentioned that Almora had many temples to see, so we decided to complete our site seeing before to depart for Ranikhet for last day of the trip. However, Anirban skipped all temple trips and told Rahul that he has no mood to go anywhere. Anirban and I never talked again in life up to today. However, Rahul and I still are much closed friends and we talk frequently.

Not sure what exactly happened to Anirban which turned him atheist instantly which he never was in past.

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.

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.

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.

I have always been a firm believer in ghosts from childhood. The experience that I am going to share with you today has occurred many years ago, when I was 6-7 years old.

We used to stay in a 1 BHK house which was rented by my dad's company. The flat was like a train's bogey with all rooms in line. The outer most room being a living room, the middle one was a bedroom and the last room was a huge kitchen followed by a toilet and a bathroom.

Back then me, my elder brother and my parents used to sleep together on a big twin bed. And since we were small, my mom used to keep a small bulb always on so that we would not get frightened of the darkness. But since the day I remember, I always felt that something was watching me or was behind me. I used to also often get sick for unknown reasons and get fits.

Once it happened that in the night when me and my friend, who is now my best buddy, were playing in a verandah outside and since her mom called she said she would be right back. I was waiting for her and the lights suddenly went. Since I was getting bored, I started calling her name and searching for her. It was pitch black and suddenly I felt that something was behind me. Someone grabbed my head and banged it very hardly on a wall.

I do not remember what happened after this but found myself on my mom's lap and everyone was praying and applying angara (holy ash) on my forehead. I was burning with fever. An old woman staying nearby immediately did some rituals to make me fine. It took me 2 days to recover and until now that experience brings goosebumps to me. My mom never discussed with me what had happened that night.

In that house I used to always see a girl holding a black cat in the door of living room at night. She used to just stand and look at me. I finally got so scared one day that I told mom that I do not want the bulb to be on from now and until date I sleep with a blanket on my head.

When I told my mom about this last year she was shocked and asked me why I did not tell her at that time. Then I asked her about that night. She then revealed that I had become completely bluish and my eyes had become white with no pupils at all. And the moment they applied the holy ash I became normal.

I have never experienced anything in any other houses where we stayed later other than this house. I will be sharing my another experience when I was in Goa for my honeymoon in 2010.

This is not a conventional ghost story. It has a paranormal entity involved in it but it turned out to be a noble one as I found out...

It was back in 1996, November 17th, when I was 21. I was on my way home to Harnai to visit my grand-parents house in Kokan region. I had left Mumbai late in the afternoon and had a flat tire on way so was delayed unexpectedly.

Harnai is a famous beach village in Kokan, There are two routes to go to Harnai. One via Khed -Dapoli where you take NH3 up to Bharana Naka and other via Goregaon-Ambet-Mandangad-Kelshi-Anjarle where you leave NH3 at Tole (a village, not toll) and take inner route after Goregaon. This is a short but pretty deserted and lonely route in the night. As I was getting late, I took this route.

It was about 11. 30 pm when I was on outskirts of Mandangad on way to Kelshi. I was surprised to see a girl waving her hand to my car. There was a small hill on right side of the road and a house at some distance from where the girl may have popped up.

Nevertheless, I stopped my car. The girl was about 15-16 years old. Coming close to passenger side seat, she knocked on the glass. I pulled down the glass and looked at her. She was strikingly sweet looking girl and there was a feeling of calmness on her face. She was wearing a salwar-kameez with the dupatta wrapped around her ears to prevent the cold. I asked her what was the matter, to which she replied,

"Mala Anjarlyala jaycha aahe, urgent aahe, sodtos ka?"

("I need to go to Anjarle urgently, will you drop me?")

I was bored on a long drive of about 7 hours and the delay anyway, and since Anjarle was on my way, I decided to give her the ride. At least I have found someone to talk to than just listening songs and driving. She sat on the passenger seat and we moved on.

We started talking after some time. Her name she told was Ratna and she had gone to see her uncle at Mandangad. She had missed the last bus that leaves at 10 in the night and had to reach Anjarle urgently as she was in 10th and had an early morning school. I was taken aback completely and asked her how her uncle allowed her to travel alone at this hour of the day to which she replied that she wanted to leave early, but uncle said he would drop her after dinner and he caught up with fever suddenly, so she had no option.

We kept on chatting on our way on different topics. In about an hour we had crossed Kelshi and were approaching Anjarle when she asked me to stop the car. I stopped and looked around. On my right side, there was a beach and on left was small hill...! Where was this girl going to go?

She got down from the car. I asked her where she was going to which she replied that her home was just behind the hill. I offered her to walk with her to safety of her house to which she replied very curtly,

"Nahi. Ithparyantach, pudhe nahi... Punha bheten kadhitari mi tula... Ja tu!"

("No, uptill here only, not ahead. I will meet you sometime again... Go away")

I noticed the change in her voice. She was pointing towards Anjarle village. Her face was motionless. I was about to say something but she gave me such a look that I decided not to argue more with her.

I got back in car and moved on. I reached my grandparents house in another half and hour and they both were surprised to see me reaching so late. I narrated them the whole incident and my encounter with Ratna. They both warned me not to stop there ever as that area is known for being haunted in the night. As I didn't believe in paranormal world then, I turned deaf ear to it and went to bed.

I had couple of rest days and visited Suvarnadurga fort which is an island fort like Janjira and Sindhudurga. I had a made few friends on my earlier visits to Harnai and we decided to have a day trip to Anjarle beach. After some time on beach, as we were relaxing, I saw a figure coming down the hill. It was a man of about 40 coming down on the road. He was surprised to see us as Anjarle beach is very lonely one.

I asked him where did he stay to which he replied he stayed on other side of hill. Something struck my mind... That was the exact location Ratna had mentioned...! I casually enquired about his family to which he replied, he had wife and 2 sons. No daughter. I asked him if there was another home nearby to which he replied, his was the only home there and rest all were fields. I asked him if he knows about a girl called Ratna staying nearby. He gave me weird look the moment I asked about her.

"Dada, Ratna mazi mulgi hoti. 10 varsha zali geli ti...!"

("Ratna was my daughter, she passed away 10 years ago.")

I had shock of life...! I could not utter a word for few moments... Slowly I gathered myself. How was it possible that the girl I met couple of days back was dead 10 years ago? I told him that I had dropped Ratna at that very point two nights back. He looked at me weirdly. I narrated him the whole story how I picked her at Mandangad after her uncle getting ill suddenly and her missing the last bus. He listened to it carefully and told me the other side of the story. Ratna was indeed coming form Mandangad on the night she had died. His brother was at Mandangad then who had got ill and Ratna had hitch-hiked a ride in a car after she had missed the bus. The car had met an accident at that very spot, as the driver was tired and felt asleep while driving. He survived with multiple injuries but Ratna had died on the spot!

I was not convinced still. It was possible that the girl I was talking about was a different girl with same name, Ratna.

I walked along with him to his house on other side of the hill. The moment I entered his house, I saw a girl's photograph on the wall with flower garland around it. No doubt it was the same girl whom I had met couple of days earlier. She was the daughter of the farmer who had passed away 10 years ago! As I was standing there, suddenly a thought crossed my mind. What would have happened had I insisted on walking her to the house? How would have she reacted at that? I had met her on 17th November and to my astonishment, her brother said that it was same day that she had met her end 10 year earlier. I had cold sweat down my spine. I enquired carefully with the family if anyone had encountered or felt her presence ever around or if anyone had seen her like I did in last 10 years to which everyone replied negative. I made few enquiries in Anjarle and Harnai village as well as in Kelshi during my stay if anyone had given ride to a girl from Mandangad. I could not find a single person who had met her ever.

After my vacations were over, I drove back the same road to my home. I could not separate her thoughts from my mind and tried to have clarification as much as possible. I had no doubt in my mind that the girl I had met was the farmer's daughter as I could make it clearly from her photograph. The details she had told me about her activities on the night she died were matching perfectly with the night 10 years ago. Some questions which remained in my mind were:-

1. Where was she in these 10 years?

2. What made her to come back suddenly after 10 years?

3. Of all the people, why did she meet me that day exactly 10 years after her death?

4. Why did she say, "I will meet you again!"?

Was I supposed to have another encounter with her?

I was sure of one thing that she didn't have any intention to hurt me or scare me. Had that been her intention, she had all the opportunity as I was with her for an hour or so.

As days passed on, slowly the memories of my encounter with Ratna faded. I had joined a new job and was really busy with my office and other activities. I had not visited Harnai for a couple of years now though I had met my grand-parents when they had visited us in Mumbai. It was very difficult for me to find vacation from office, but this time around I managed to get a week's leave from office and decided to take a trip to Harnai. The moment I thought of trip to Harnai, Ratna's memories came rushing back. Will I meet her again this time? What if I meet her again? What should I ask her? What would she do if at all I meet her? I was not afraid and was now looking forward to the encounter. I left Mumbai late keeping in mind to reach Mandangad by about 11 in the night, but this time there was no signs of her. I waited at that spot for 10 minutes anticipating she would make an appearance, but no avail. Thinking that it was a chance encounter I moved on.

Another year passed and I happen to visit to Harnai again as my grand-father had organized a get-together of all family members at his home. My parents had left earlier and I was supposed to join couple of days later. I was once again on way to Harnai, leaving Mumbai late in the day. Busy with daily schedule, Ratna's thought had been out of my mind for a while now.

I left NH3 at Tole phata and had reached Mandangad at about 11. 30 and as I reached the same spot where I had picked her about 3 years back, I saw her again! This time though, she was not waving down to me, but was expecting me to stop. As she approached my car, I looked at my watch and the date on it showed 17th November! She calmly opened the door of the car and got in without a word. It was the same salwar-kameez she was wearing and same calm expression as it was 3 years ago! I was not scared at all at her presence, cause I was sure she didn't mean to hurt me. As we moved on, she asked me,

"Mi kon he tula kalala aahe, bhiti nahi vatat tula?"

("You know about me now, are you not scared?")

I told her that I was surprised to know about her but was not scared as I knew she didn't intend to hurt me at all. She nodded understandingly but warned me though that everyone is not like her and some are really nasty ones.

I had so many questions in my mind. After my first encounter with her, I had taken keen interest in paranormal world and had read lots of stuff and met few people in this field. And now I had a paranormal entity sitting right next to me in my car. It was a situation of its own kind.

I started asking her questions one after the other and she answered all of them with detailed information. The information she gave me was so detailed that I can not give it all here. As I had already read many books on this subject it was confirmation of what I had read from her. She told me what exactly happens at the time of death and immediately afterwards.

I asked her where she was for 10 years after her death and our first encountered to which she replied that she was in 'Bhuvar-lok' in form of Sukshma Sharira (small physique) which is made up of thin air.

Why did she chose me to communicate that to after 10 years, to which she replied that, it was because I was the first person with whom she could communicate at sub-conscious level. There was some more relation between us which she did not disclose. It is not possible for everyone to interact with a paranormal entity and it's the other way round as well. Paranormal entities can not communicate to everyone as well!

Why could I not see her last year on my way to Harnai?

She could not take a human form that night though she was able to see me waiting for her to appear.

How long would she be in this state and would make appearances?

She said, her life span was supposed to be few more years in mortal world and because she had died in an accident, she had to spend those remaining years before she could progress to next lok which is "Swarga lok" or re-born in "Bhu lok" which is mortal world unless she's instructed otherwise. I asked her how long was the span but she replied, she didn't know exact amount of time.

What if I wanted to meet her sometime or somewhere else?

She said that she had no restriction of place, but she can not meet me frequently whenever I wanted to as it would be interfering with the strict restrictions to which every paranormal entity is bound to and would prolong her stay in Bhuvarlok.

We had reached the spot where she had died and she recounted the whole incident to me how it had happened. She had died instantly after she was thrown out of car after the accident and her head had hit a stone. We continued our conversation for some time. She had been helping people near death to get used to paranormal life after their death as this was her assigned task. After some time she said, its time for her to go now. I asked her,

"Mala punha bhetshil?"

("Will you meet me again?")

She replied that she can meet me anywhere as she had said earlier, but I have to be very careful to be alone and it can be preferably after evening. Also I have to ensure that the meetings are not frequent. I assured her that I would not want to interfere in her world and would be glad to meet her when it is possible for her and she herself appears before me again.

I got in my car and moved on. I had met her for second time!

I didn't have any encounter with Ratna for year or so after that.

My dad had retired from office and we were looking to get a new home in suburbs. We had almost finalized down on an apartment and were about to sign a deal. After discussion with the property dealer for the price and bank regarding the loan, I came back home exhausted after a long day. I have a habit of taking a walk after dinner. As I was too tired that day, I just went to terrace of my apartment for a stroll. As I entered the terrace, there was no body there. I began walking up and down on the terrace and as I started my 3rd round, I saw someone standing on the other corner. I wondered who it can be as I had the door behind me and was certain that whoever it was didn't come that way.

Walking at a normal pace I reached over near that person and it was none other than Ratna! She had appeared on my terrace this time! I was happy to see her again but before I said anything. She said very curtly,

"Nako jaus tya gharat, tula hech sangayala aale aaj, ti jaga changli nahi tuzyasathi"

("Don't go there, I came today only to tell you this. It is not a good place for you.")

I was startled! Why did she say that? It was a really nice apartment and we had bargained a lot with the property dealer and I had taken enough pain to get loan from the banks and now this girl was putting me off. I asked her why she insisted me on not taking that apartment but she refused to give me any details. She flatly told me that it was not good for me and my family, that's all. I could sense a definite concern and urge in her voice about stopping us to move there. That moment itself I decided to cancel the deal. I told her I won't go there at which point she smiled and just went away to other corner of the terrace and as I was watching, she just mixed away with thin air and disappeared.

Later on I came to know that previous owner of the apartment had committed suicide and prior to that there was a murder that had occurred in that apartment! Perhaps that was the reason Ratna wanted to keep me away from there.

I had few more encounters with Ranta. I asked her once if I can take a picture of her but she refused. She had told me many details of life beyond death and different kinds of paranormal entities and about the powerhouse we call it as god. My wife also happened to see her once before we were married. I clearly remember the date as it was 10th September 2005... The last time we had seen her... She told me that time had come for her to move to a different life and we won't meet again. She blessed us and left without ever coming back.

To this date, I have never seen her again. I hope wherever she is in whatever state she stays happy. I wonder what it was between two of us that kept her bringing back again and again, I only guess that there was some sort of relation between us for sure.

I have encounters with paranormal entities after that but I will share those later sometime. If anyone is interested in the information Ratna gave me about life after death, I would be willing to share.

My name is Niki from New Delhi. Since my childhood I've had several paranormal experiences. I always felt I could see and feel the supernatural. Being a kid, nobody believed me so I rather keep my experiences to myself and related it to those who faced similar experiences.

This incident occurred when I was in Kolkata during my college days. I used to rent a flat with five other girls. The flat was a two-story building with just two houses. One was ours and the other on the second floor belonged to two old ladies who never really interacted with us. They were weird anyways. It was a huge flat with three very big rooms. I used to stay in a single room, four girls in adjacent room and the last room was given to another girl. The four girls opted to stay together in the same room. There was a dining area in the centre with kitchen opposite to it. I always found the dining area very weird as the walls were black, as if they were burnt.

Three girls from the adjacent room used to work in call centres, so they arrived at 2:00am each day. That night Shweta (the girl from their group), the last room girl and I were chatting until late night in my room and we didn't realize when the clock struck 2:00 am. The other girls (Fatima, Mandeep and Neha) rung the bell. Now, we had a grill at the building entrance and the flat was in the floor, so we had to go down to the ground floor to open the gate if somebody comes at night. So Shweta and the last room girl went downstairs to open the gate for them. I was alone in the flat. Suddenly both of them came running. I was surprised and asked them what happened? They looked at me and said, "Niki, why did you shout so loudly and we could hear a loud sound". I was surprised. How is it possible for me not to hear that loud sound and shout in that 2:00 am silent night? We found it very strange but ignored the incident.

Days passed by quite normally, but each one of us in the flat always felt a spooky presence when alone.

That day was my last day in that house. All other girls had already shifted to different places. I found a place for myself too, and it was the last night I had to spend in that house. I remember all my furniture was already shifted to the new house. All I had in the house was my double bed mattress and a pair of clothes for me to wear for the next day.

It was around 12:30 am. I was speaking over the phone and lying on my mattress, which was placed on the floor as the bed was already shifted. The room door was closed (not locked). Suddenly the door opened of its own. Please bear in mind the door was a heavy wood door which cannot be moved by wind because first, it was tight. And second, it was an old age thick heavy door found in old houses. When the door opened, it moved me back. I could clearly sense somebody in the room. I kept my phone down. I was horrified by then. I could not move. I was still lying on the mattress. It was complete silence. I could hear somebody breathing. I could hear somebody walking on the floor barefoot. The sound was very clear and distinct. I wanted to move but could not. Somehow I gathered the courage to pick up the cell phone lying beside me and dialed my mom's number. I was crying and told my mom whatever was happening to me each second. My mother got to know immediately what it was and gave me the courage to fight the evil. She made me realise that power of God is always there to protect me. I always carry my God's picture in my purse. I somehow managed to grab my purse and take out God's picture. It gave me strength. I stated chanting the name of Lord repeatedly and could feel the energy fading. I then felt alone. Very alone. The whole night I could not sleep for a second. I continuously chanted prayers and waited for the sun to arise.

Many days later, after moving from that flat, I was once passing from the same area with some of my other friends and told them about my incident. One of my friends who stays near that same flat said that it was a haunted house and the whole area knows it. It once caught fire killing a man.

I just have one ghost acquaintance in my life. It was when I was studying in collage back in India. Those days I use to stay in hostel. I was 20, and my exams where going on. Both me and my friend saw it. It was around 1 AM, we were in the study hall preparing for the exam next day. There were a few more girls in the study hall.

After feeling tired of reading, and because it was so late at night I was feeling sleepy, so just for a change and to refresh, I looked out of the window. There in distance I saw a lady in white Saari (Traditional dress of Indian ladies), she was some 5' tall, had long black hair (it was knee length long), was combing it with her fingers. The best part is, this lady was not standing on the ground but she was at top of a house, I could see her so clearly because there was light from the street lamp above her.

I blinked my eyes, but still it was there. I did it again and again, but no change I could still see her. I showed it to my friend, she too could see her. We called the other girls, but by the time they came it was gone. I should say it faded away.

The next day after our exams, we (me and my friend) walked to the direction where we saw this lady the previous night. There was nothing, not even that house. The lamp post was there, but the bulb was broken and was covered with spider web.

I had totally forgotten about this incident, but now after reading the other stories, I remembered it. I still don't know what I saw that night. Was it my mind playing trick after I got exhausted studying, but how is it possible that my friend too saw it... Guess it was a ghost itself.

I never actually believed in ghosts, maybe because I have never had any experience, but this incident has changed my whole perspective of the paranormal.

This experience is not mine, its my mother's. She works as a nurse in a hospital in Nerul. The day this incident happened to her, she had to do an evening shift and the day after that she had a morning shift. During such consecutive shifts, my mom prefers to stay at the hospital in her room along with her colleague rather than return home at night and again head back to work in the morning.

On that day during her evening shift, she started running a fever and by the time her shift was over i.e. At 11pm she was really sick. So she just informed a fellow doctor about her fever and after a quick prayer (she's very spiritual) quickly went off to sleep in her room. Her roommate was on a night shift, so she was alone in her room. Anyway she quickly dozed off to sleep. It was about 2 in the morning when she heard the door of her room open. She was surprised because she never sleeps with the door open but she thought maybe she had forgotten to latch the door as she was very tired and sick. She saw someone dressed in a white coat, he had a stethoscope around his neck. She thought he might be a doctor who is on night rounds and came to check on her since she had informed earlier that she was sick. Suddenly she felt unusually cold in her room as if someone had switched on the A.C. As the man approached her she noticed that with every step he took towards her, his face started to change. And what followed was even more strange, his face took the form of every single person she had met in her life (including me and my family).

She was petrified. She couldn't utter a word forget screaming. My mom tried to be rational and thought she was hallucinating under the influence of fever. She blinked a few times and then looked at the figure. This time she noticed that he had a handsome but unfamiliar face and was standing right next to her by the bed. He did not speak to her or ask her any questions. He just reached out his hand and started checking her neck for temperature. By this time she was convinced that he was a doctor and nothing else. She noticed something quite odd though, as soon as he placed his hand on her neck, she noticed that his hands were very cold. When it got unbearable she tried to get rid of his hand but to her surprise, he reached out his other hand and started choking her.

My mom was terrorized by this and when she looked up to his face, it once again started taking shape of all her loved ones. She wanted to scream at that moment but she couldn't even manage a whisper. That's when she realized that she had a rosary in her bag, close to her bed (luckily). She quickly reached out for it and as soon as she held it in her hand that creature, whatever it was, just gave out a howl and vanished into thin air. My mom quickly got out of the room taking the rosary with her.

She fled to her friends room and after catching her breath she told her everything. She was also startled on hearing this and said that she had had similar experiences in the hospital like the lights going on and off on their own at night and sounds coming from a closed room, etc. Anyway for the rest of the night she stayed with her and returned home in the morning after applying for a leave.

When she came home she tried to act normal and told my dad she wasn't feeling well. She seemed quite worried about something. When I asked her what was it she was reluctant at first because she did not want to scare me but I insisted and she shared her experience with me. I was shocked to hear that such a terrible thing happened to her since she was such a spiritual person.

Mom still works at that hospital but she never leaves home without her rosary. I believe it was a very frightening experience for my mother and also for me. I definitely don't want to go to that hospital anytime in my life.