Chilling goosebumps.

I don’t know why but today above all I want to write about the horror stories. I just love ‘ em. They’re sort of fuel to me. When ever I get disheartened or sad I just want to indulge myself in some kind of horror and forget about the world around me. I love the feel of thrill, the standing of hair to its edge and the unexpected. The darkness, the fear it’s all giving me an adrenal rush. Here I will share couple of so called true incidents…

 

1. Picnic

One day five friends of my brother decided to go for a picnic to a near by fort, a citadel. It’s actually a fort atop of Aravali ranges in Rajasthan. So this place has long stretch of uninhabited area. Moreover it’s far from the modern city, in the vicinity of old town of historic and medical ages.

One of the boys who actually is my brother’s friend, fall ill on the day of picnic, thus missed the trip. So rest of the four boys went on their bikes, double riding. After reaching there they enjoyed the scenic beauty, had something to eat from the restaurant at the place. Danced photographed and then all sat to return. It was 5.00 p.m. When they got down the hill it was nearly half past 5 in the evening and they drove for 2 kms. more when one of them stopped at the road side tea stall, you can find many such stalls there. As he stopped the friends on other bikes also stopped. They then decided to have evening tea and later the change of drivers. So as they were waiting for tea to come after ordering, one of the four boys felt the urgent need to go for loo. As tea stall was on roadside, there was jungle behind it. Up to long distance either jungle or hills in the distance were visible. This boy went to a shed which looked like makeshift arrangement for relieving yourself. While he was using this so called loo, he was able to see the jungle behind the stall.

Suddenly, he saw someone waving at him. He somehow managed to come out decently and rushed towards his friends, who were sipping on their tea, enjoying the cool breeze. This boy hastily kept the cash below his tea cup and ushered his friends towards bikes,asking the tea stall guy to keep the change with him.

On the bike he sat behind his friend allowing him to drive. Only half a kilometre later his other friends started to notice some changes in him. It was growing dark,as in winters the night falls a little early. So the boys continued for a kilometre more and then by 6.30 p.m. They came to halt when they could see the city approaching and the two other boys who were on the second bike came to this boy and three of them asked him what was wrong and why was he behaving so weird.  He in a ladylike voice replied, pointing to a boy standing next him,” I wanted to possess you but he, pointing to himself, saw me first so I took him.” The boys were so scared that were not able to decide what to do. Then the one who was driving the bike with the possessed boy, said “We cannot leave him alone. I have an idea,the famous ancient temple of “Kala Hanuman” is nearly 2 or 3 kms. from here, let’s take him there.” So on one bike three of them sat with this boy in middle, the one behind hold him tightly as he was shivering and the fourth one drove alone.

At the temple assisting him, they took him inside. There he stopped shivering and fell asleep. The priest there tied a black enchanted thread to his right upper arm and then the friends returned home safely.

That boy suffered from fever for few days but nothing more, he only told what he saw in the jungle to his friends the next day.

My brother’s friend said he was lucky not to be there that day as he is  affraid of these things.

I don’t know how much spine chilling or real it sounds to you but recollecting the incident I feel chills, though I don’t believe but still it’s spooky. And yes the boy in question is perfectly all right now.

 

2. Motor bike incident.

My brother and his brother- in- law put up a stall in life style exhibitions in the month of October. It’s not their livelihood but just for an experience.       They have divided the timings, so each of them can adjust accordingly. In the morning my brother’s family looks after the stall,then in the afternoon his brother- in -law’s family. At evening they all to-gather wind up the stall and have dinner there itself and return.

One day after tea his brother in law came unannounced, in-case they need help for setting up the stall as it was very messy the previous night. That day sometime after half past noon his brother- in -law said he would go and return after 5 in the evening with his wife. As he turned to go, he saw a perfume bottle on the corner, sandal. He asked my brother about it and then sprayed over him and left. Within half an hour he returned.

His face flushed and confused. He sat on the chair and drank water, offered by his sister. Then told his story. After spraying the perfume when he left for his home, he must have gone a kilometre or two, and came across a cross road. After crossing that, he felt some feather like touch on his right shoulder, so he turned and saw nothing behind. The sunlight was scorching hard and there was nothing to be seen. Then he saw something flattering in the side mirror of his bike. It was a corner of a saree, an Indian drape, visible clearly in it. But when he looked behind again there was nothing. He just turned his bike from there and raced back to the venue. The moment he crossed back the cross road he felt secure and safe as there was nothing visible I  the mirror too. In the evening my brother, his wife and his brother in law, went to-gather to home, locking the bike behind.

That summer when I went to see my brother, I picked up a perfume bottle from his wall to wall wooden book reckon and was about to spray when I asked him where he got this from? Seeing it in my hand he said use it on your own risk as it is the same perfume I told you about over the phone, and started laughing. Though I don’t believe in all this story stuff but then I have small children to look after so didn’t take the risk of finding out.

I don’t know how far it frightens you but it gave me goose bumps to hold the spirit attracting perfume bottle.

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