Prelude:
By this time, you would know that I am a fan of horror and paranormal aspects. I like to read horror and occult stuffs and listen to ghost stories when I get opportunities and time.
My mother used to live in a village and she has had a lot of horror experience. Those are delights to listen to and never get old. I like to read different types of books. But, if you ask me what type of books I have the most in my room, I would say horror and thriller.
In Real-Life Horror Story 3, I have told you a horror incident told by my mother that happened in her village.
Tonight, I will tell you another incident, told by my mother.
Bagnan, 1980s:
Bagnan is a small town in a district named Howrah. It is in West Bengal, India.
The time this incident happened is around the 1980s. And at that time, Bagnan was a very undeveloped. A pure village with no electricity and pitch road. Things started to develop there from late 2000s. So, when I was young, I have seen the village-form of the town.
Anyway, my mother’s paternal house was further inside the town. As she describes, the place was full of jungles and bamboo trees. They used to live in a clay home.
Normally, in villages, you will find many folklores and paranormal stories. People at that time were simple, god-fearing and believer in all types of things. My mother is not an exception.
She tells me many stories of her childhood. I will tell you a story tonight she told me about a local neighbour.
The horror incident with the neighbour:
In the village, there was lack of electricity and proper communication system in the earlier days. Even in the late 2000s, there used to be frequent power cuts on a regular basis. However, the situation has developed now.
The roads were also used to be muddy but gradually things have improved there. There used to be a lot of jungles, and still, there are a lot of greenery in the village.
Another thing you will find there is- ponds, there are numerous ponds throughout the whole locality. The ponds are pretty soothing for eyes. Even, in front of my mother’s paternal house, there is a small pond. I used to play beside it when I was a child.
Anyway, the time that horror incident happened, my mother was very young and the communication system was not good at all. The roads were narrow and most of the times, the people would see either jungle or field or ponds beside the path.
There are even some roads, where there are ponds on both the sides. People have to cycle carefully through such roads or else they would fall into the pond.
Ok, enough of the boring description. I am telling the story now.
This neighbor was cycling at night, returning from work. And as I told there were no proper road system at that time. So, you can understand that there was no lamppost either.
The roads used to stay dark, people would rely on moon light or cycle’s dynamo to move forward at the night.
And, this person was also using the dynamo light to cycle that night. Suddenly, he saw that a lady was standing on the path and waving her hands, asking him to stop.
The person thought that the lady might be asking for help. It was late enough and locality was not nearby. There were just ponds or jungles beside the path.
So, the person stopped the cycle. The lady was wearing a white and red saree (Indian ethnic dress), covering her face with veil.
One thing to mention here is that, white saree with red border is a very popular and well-known dress in Bengali culture. At least in older days, most married women would wear this simple dress.
Anyway, the guy stopped thinking some lady from a nearby locality is asking for help. The person asked the lady if she wants a lift to reach the village and the lady nodded silently.
The person asked the lady to sit behind him, on the cycle career. And the lady did so. Then the person started to paddle the cycle again.
After some time, they were crossing a path, of which there were ponds on both sides. Like, there would be 50-70 feet between the path and another piece of land after the pond.
But, suddenly the man felt that something is not letting him move forward. No matter how much he paddled, he could not move forward.
So he stopped and looked behind….
And his blood became cold like stone.
He saw that that lady was holding the cycle from behind.
She was standing beside the cycle, and her one leg was standing beside the cycle. And the other leg was on the other side of the pond. So basically, she extended her leg 50-70 feet.
…. And she told the person to come with him.
The guy was shocked at this, he understood that the lady was not someone from this world.
He had to escape.
Somehow he took the cycle from that entity’s grab and started to run.
Then, he kept cycling as fast as he could without looking behind. And after sometime he reached his village and his home.
The person fell extremely ill from that night. He told everything to his family and the incident became well known in the neighbourhood.
The guy suffered from high fever for 3 days and then he passed away. As if, that entity actually took his soul ultimately.
Endnote:
Some stories do not have an ending where things end peacefully. This incident is one such story.
That’s all for tonight, I will be back with another incident soon.
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