Incidence no. 17

I swear there was someone standing behind me, not once but twice, in the kitchen.

It was tall, in a black robe and cold.

Only, in the kitchen. It was probably hungry because I couldn’t see it anywhere else.

But the catch is that I was alone at home. Spooky!


Incidence no. 16

It’s been a few nights since I have been waking up in the middle of the night, usually around 2 and 4, for absolute no reason. And as habit guides, obviously one has to visit the restroom and drink water. 

Everytime I enter the kitchen, I hear a howl followed by a shrill cry. And then, the dogs start barking. And it is scary! 

Every night. 

Stop following me… (Incidence no. 14)

A few days have passed since my  re-encounter with the smell.

Putrifying and rancid. Purely, rotten meat.

Months ago, I was at my aunt’s place when it happened first. The night was restless and cold, as I slept on the new bed. 

Twisting and turning, I tried to make it to morning when I finally got that smell, right next to me. I hoped that increasing the Fan’s speed would make it dissipate. Well, it didn’t. It persisted, till early morning.

Note: There was no meat in the house.

A similar smell was right next to me, at home, in my bed, to my right. It came out of nowhere and stayed. 

It was horrible.

A few days back, I asked my fellows at work if they got a wierd smell, well they didn’t. 


Incidence no. 13

I wonder why do such things happen in the night! Anyways…

I was fast asleep, in my dreamworld, when I heard her scream,


The fear in that scream was palpable. It was my mother’s voice.

I got up with a start just to find my mom sleeping peacefully. What a relief!

Just a bad dream, I thought and I went back to bed.

And just before I was about to enter my dreamland, someone whispered in my ear,

“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

Incidence no. 12


6.30 p.m.

No ones home, but me.

Studying, finishing my  syllabus for my Thursday presentation, I, in my room.

Easy distractions, here and there, I get up, thirsty, thinking, ‘May be I will make some tang for myself’.

Filling myself up with a glassful of tang, I head back to my room.

Peripheral vision, a bitch they say, makes you see thing that don’t really exist.

I see a shadow, sitting on my couch.

I curse the peripheral vision and get back to work.

But something, some unknown, unfathomable energy makes me  look up, to the couch.

And there she is. A very normal looking lady. Middle aged, petit, slender. A white sari with brown floral print. Staring right back at me, smiling. Sitting, immobile.

Me, taken aback, standing at the other end of the passage, staring, trying to grasp what was happening.

She gets up. Turns to her left, facing the main door. Slowly, she walks towards it. And I walk, towards her.

Just as I cross the passage, reach the place where she sat, she moves out, through the shut door.

No, I don’t go open the door. I am not an idiot. I look at the couch, the sheets are creased, the foam is compressed.

An imaginary figure or reality, that is the question.

Incidence no. 11

Ever sat ALONE in a Library?

I was, a few days back, preparing for my group activity.

It was just past noon, people had gone out for lunch. As I didn’t feel very hungry, I waited back.

That was a mistake.

All quiet all around, not a sound but that of my breath.

I was pretty sure no one came in, as I sat facing the door.

Then I saw, this figure, walking past, behind me. I saw it in the reflection on my glasses.

I turned around, there was no one, but only me.