Boy, you think about something and the thread is already here.
Very glad someone has started this thread, read most of them and it does leave one wondering and trying hard to find a logical answer or reasoning for these happening.
It just goes to prove how far we are from understanding the mathematics of life and beyond.
Energy cannot be created nor be destroyed, it can only be transformed into one form or the other.
While all of us are aware of this, with respect to such instances we try to look for some reason, maybe due to the fear of the unknown.
I had always had a neutral approach to the supernatural due to two reasons,
a. I had never had any such experience myself
&
b. I was born on Friday the 13th
Yes, this date which is synonymous with fear for many is my Day and I am quiet happy about it as well, always makes me wonder why people feel otherwise.
Then there was an incident and then many more which made me change my view from Neutral to a believer. Yes, these things do happen and are true
Let's rewind, the year was 2002, my family back then used to reside in Talegaon Dabhade, an upcoming town on the outskirts of Pune.
Now, Talegaon has always been quiet famous/infamous with most regular travelers between Pune-Mumbai especially in the late 90's and still is though reasons have changed.
Plenty of stories galore about women standing near the tree (there used to be one) at the turn asking for a lift at unearthly hours. Now development has taken a toll on the ghost lady as well, no tree available.
Overview:
We had rented a duplex bungalow there, the layout was such - Huge Hall and Kitchen on the ground floor, staircase in the hall leading to the 1st Floor, where there are 2 bedrooms with a big balcony connecting both rooms. In the balcony there was a staircase to go to the terrace which was usually locked.
The bedrooms were occupied by my parents and my 2 sisters leaving me in the hall, I was happy because thats where the TV was.
My usual schedule was to watch TV till around 130am or so and then sleep. The bungalow was at 'T' crossing, being a very quiet neighbourhood, you wont find anyone on the streets post 11pm
There was enough light pouring into my room (hall) courtesy the friendly neighbourhood street lamp, which was annoying at the beginning but then I got acclimatized to it, coz it made the room quiet clear and I could see around pretty clearly.
Scene 1-
For the 1st couple of months nothing happened meaning life was normal. Then one particular late evening (1030pm) when we all were watching TV, for no special reason (meaning no amavasya or anything) suddenly we heard a creaking noise like the one which comes from a door. Surprise because all doors and windows were closed and we had no neighbours. I got up to investigate and came back with a confused look. After a while it repeated, I followed process and came back confused again, then coming back confused was added to the process as well.
This incident kept recurring and became a way of life for us, we were like yes we hear creaking sounds for no reason though it did freak out a friend of mine who was visiting me.
Scene 2 -
Since my cupboard was in my parents room, I used to use their room for changing and stuff. Once out of my routine I went to my Sis' room to change. The doors had the round knob type of lock, which you usually find in Hotels. I locked the room and was doing my business, standing in a position where I could see the door. Then suddenly I heard the knob being turned in order to open (khad khad). I looked at it, it happened again! I saw it! I called out, thinking it must be my sis since I was in her room. No answer! Perplexed I changed and then went back down to the hall where everybody was watching TV, seeing no reaction from anyone, I asked my Sis, if she needed something from her room, she denied. I then asked her if so then why had she come up??!! She declined having come up at all!!!
Now everyone was interested, who on earth went up. No answer, creaking sound is going on as usual, am confused as usual and life moves on. And yes post this, we found Jeannie, under a truck, now she is 10yrs old. She became my companion in the hall.
Scene 3 -
We all finish dinner, watch TV, ignore creaking sounds, then my parents and Sis call it a day and move up. Time is 1130pm, me am continuing with my TV preparing my midnight TV snack consisting of Kayani Shrewsberry biscuits and Banana Chips. I watch some movie till 140am, Jeannie just a few months old, is curled up near my pillow. I pat her and go off to sleep. I have a few habits like looking at the watch before sleeping and after getting up, without fail and an uncanny ability of not getting up in the night come what may (i have slept through banging doors)
Suddenly I wake up - wide awake, I look at the wall to my left to see the time - 230am - am puzzled - how did I wake up - I look to my right or rather I was attempting to look around the room - then I see him - He was standing right beside my bed (I used to sleep on the floor) - Old Man - white dhoti - white Kurta - clear face - still eyes - and the best part - Gazing at me intently.
Just got goose bumps writing this
I didnt know how to react, my Jeannie was fast asleep, god knows what made me do this but I stretched out my hand trying to catch the old man! And then he was gone! I was still trying to figure out what happened and then I saw him again! He was sitting on the 2nd last stair with his hand on his right elbow and holding his chin looking at me, he had a very calm look in his eyes but expressionless face. They were looking at me, my mind had had very littly time to react, my hand was in fact still in the air, and then I went off to sleep.
Next morning, when I woke up I was like ...WHAT ON EARTH WAS GOING ON IN THE NIGHT ! I was flipping over it, I told my parents, they were dumbstruck.
Strangest part, I was not scared!
And then, things really started happening
Scene 4 - To be continued...