It was December 2006, when my sister finished her final exam
in high school and was all set for going to village home. Her
sister name was Angely, she was about 1.75metres tall, always
jolly and very talkative girl.
Our Village home was far away from the city and was
surrounded by big trees. For me, It was inhospitable to live but
for Angely it was a scintillating place where she loves to wander
around. Sometimes I wonder how people in this area grow up.
Actually, It was the cemetery near my room that makes me feel
uncomfortable and talking about it still gives me goosebumps.
by: Jabobi L., Kuldhara Village Road
One midnight, I was on my way back home situated in a less dense village, walking slowly and enjoying the calm weather. I didn’t expect any paranormal experience since it was normal for me to walk around at that time and my routine often demanded me to move back and forth to my house at or around midnight.
As I was walking alone, I saw a girl of about 8 years coming towards me. She seemed like a normal girl at first and asked me, “What are you doing here at this time?”. It felt odd for a kid her age to ask a question like this but I acted normally and responded that I am going back to home. I asked the same question from her, but she retorted in an odd behavior, not giving the particular answer of my question.
I remember very vividly the first time I heard inhuman voices. Money is always tight in my household. So, when my fiancée and I were offered a free place for a couple of weeks in the city to stay we, we did not think twice. The house we were offered was big and oddly shaped. For starters, it had three floors and a lot more rooms than we would ever need. Other than a couple of closets, a fully functional kitchen, three equipped bathrooms and a bed, the house was empty.
It took us a few hours to get settled and I suggested to Danielle, my friend, we go downstairs for a pack of smokes and a few beers and listened to a couple of Black Sabbath albums to relax; she agreed and we had a great time at first. When we were done, it was time to go to sleep, so we took our tired bodies to the third floor. It wasn’t long until I started hearing the door banging. I was not scared, but I did not feel like walking down three floors just to see who was at the door. The noise intensified and what seemed to be a fight broke out in front of our main door, at least that is what it sounded like. I figured it could only get worst and went down to check if the door was closed.
The story I am about to tell you is a true story. I saw a creature that I cannot give a name to. I have no explanation for what I saw or what I am going to describe. English is not my first language; so please bare with me. This story happened in a remote village in northeast India- Manipur. The village’s name is Lhungtin.
It was during that time of the year in 1997 when the maize is prone to attacks by birds, especially parrots. I went to stay at my grandparents’ in the countryside for a summer vacation. Every morning I would go to the maize farm which was about half a mile from the houses, to shoo away the birds. I was just a young boy of about ten, but at the countryside, I was big enough to take that job.
When I was 4 years old, my Mom re-married and we moved into an old house known as the “Nelson House“. The house had burned down in the 1940’s, killing the family that lived there, except for the father, Larry Nelson. He had the house rebuilt shortly after and hung himself in the master bedroom. It was a pretty big house – 7 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and 2 kitchens.
My brother, Mom, and Step-dad and I lived on the first floor of the Nelson House, my Grandma moved in on the second floor. About a year after we moved in, my Mom began having strange experiences. She would hear footsteps coming up behind her in the basement laundry room, and once when she was taking a shower (with the bathroom door locked), the lights kept turning off. She got out of the shower and turned the lights back on, but as soon as she stepped back into the shower, the lights would go off again. She also had a record player (this was in the early 80’s), and the song “Every Breath You Take” by The Police would drop and play every time, no matter where she placed it in the stack of records.
As a young girl, I was interested in the supernatural. I would have dreams of spirit faces. I have felt connections to places, when I have never been there. I have had instances where I know the details of something that happened, when it occurred decades before and I had no historical knowledge of the subject. The supernatural was always pulling me in. I have also been “visited” by spirits.
When I was thirteen years old, we went to visit my Aunt and Uncle in the next town. We rarely visited their house except on holidays. It was Christmas Eve and my cousin and I had decided to go for a walk. We walked down the driveway, as two teenage girls do (gossiping), and I believed I had heard someone call my name.
As a boy, I heard a lot of ghost stories. One of the most realistic stories in my mind involves: The Goat Man. Most of them were too farfetched to believe and I never really took them seriously. I would tell stories, make up strange and spooky situations, to contribute to the communal exchange and maybe make another person get goose bumps if I was lucky. I never really believed in the spirit world, though. I believed anything could be explained with proper investigation, through the scientific method, as a normal occurrence in our natural world. Then, I took a visit to the Old Alton Bridge.