This is not a story. This is simply a summary of what I experienced. But I don’t think a few words can do justice to the fear I felt on that night. Still let me give it a shot. I live in the city of Calcutta in India. Calcutta is one of the oldest cities in the country and it’s heart still beats strong with its vibrant citizens. This is the reason why it is popularly known as the City of Joy.
Although you can find hundreds of people and cars at any corner of Calcutta, on the night of Kali Puja, everyone seems to disappear…no not literally. Kali puja is a celebration of the Hindu Goddess Kali, destroyer of evil forces. Throughout the rest of India, the festival is known as Diwali and is celebrated mostly on the month of November every year. But in my city we worship the Goddess all night long with our families and a lot of fireworks and I mean a lot. As we celebrate the night with our families at home, the streets become almost completely empty with barely a soul visible especially after midnight. And with good reason. As it is celebrated on the night of new moon, Hindus believe that spirits and demons become stronger on this night. The reason I am telling you all this is important as you need to understand what the night means.
Anyways, let’s get back to my “story”. This happened in the year 2003 (or may be 2004). As it happened a long time ago, my memory may be a bit fuzzy, but I still remember it like a nightmare I saw last night. I was around 16 at that time and as a teenager with a lot of bad ideas, this night meant I could roam around the city all night without any adult supervision and do anything I want or at least anything my 16 year old mind could come up with. So I teamed up with my best friend Appu (not like The Simpsons character Apu) and decided to do something crazy that night. After spending time with our families, bursting some really cool fireworks and eating loads of sweets, we set out on our late night urban adventure. At first it seemed pretty boring, there wasn’t really anything to do. So we kept walking down the deserted road, talking about God knows what, with an occasional car passing us by. Realizing the night wasn’t going to turn out as cool as we dreamed of, we started doing some stupid shit, like ringing door bells and throwing fire crackers at random houses, jumping on top of parked cars, barking at stray dogs, stealing bulbs from street lights and other random crazy stuff that didn’t make any sense. After a few hours of this stupidity, we started getting hungry. So we decided to walk to a nearby temple of Goddess Kali where they offer Prasad, food offered to the Goddess, to all the devotees at around 4 in the morning. It was almost 3.30 am by now. So this seemed like a great idea.
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This is not my own story this is my fathers story. He had always been one to run into the paranormal. Art the time i was 3 or 4 and my mother was pregnant with my younger brother. let give you a little vision of what we lived by and how it looked. we live in Texas and it was a small little street maybe 5 or 6 houses and the rest were all woods. Tall trees vines and shrubs lining the streets. my mom was one of those pregnant women who get the craving late at night. it was around midnight or so pitch black mom had sent dad out to the 711 down and past a few blocks. Dad was walking home listening to his portable CD player and playing with the bag of donuts and milk. he had the sudden urge to take off his headphones and look into the woods.
When he did he seen a bright woman run out holding what looked to be an infant bleeding out of its head. the woman was in tears but not normal tears they were bloody. she latched on to my father begging him to help her and to save her and her baby. my father was in complete shock. Unsure of what to do he asked her what happened and she just kept screaming and crying begging him to help. now my father is a very muscular man about 5’9 well built and not easily frightened but this is could tell scared the crap out of him. he wasnt’ sure what to do he told her to come with him to our house not sure what happened to her child. but in the quickest movement to rub his blurry eyes she was gone. no trace of her at all. my father rushed home to tell my mother. which int his case scared her. we lived in a neighborhood that we knew was slave land. our backyard had chains that the tree grew over that were very old and we always experienced these things.
i have many more story’s but this one has always stood out to me. we still don’t know who she was or what happened to her child but she did scare the life out of my dad. thank you for taking the time to read this i’ll be posting more stories a lot from my fathers point of view as i mentioned before its been common for these things to happen to him.
I’m 13 years old and this story was about a year ago. Let’s get to the story.
I started using this app called Snapchat. If you don’t know what it is, it’s an app that lets you send pictures/videos and also lets you send texts to your friends!
At first sight it doesn’t seem creepy or weird.
But when you get the experience of what i am about to tell you, you will see how much creepy people there are in this world…
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I’m not sure what this experience really counts as. Clones? Alternate reality? All I know is that it’s an experience that’s stuck with me for nearly all of my life. The events I’m about to tell you about happened when I was fairly young, between the ages of six to eight tentatively. I’m twenty now, so you’ll have to forgive me if I miss a detail or two. I will try to be as descriptive and detailed as I possibly can, considering what I remember. Anyways, this is the story about the time I met another me in a mirror.
My family has a long history of working on boats. My mother was a wedding coordinator for a yacht company and my stepfather was a captain for that very same company. My biological father, who I still see often and am on good terms with, was a DJ on a rival yacht company. These companies were known for hosting cruises around the harbor they rested in. They did other events like weddings, birthday parties, and things like that, but, general cruises around the area for rich tourists and the like were the most popular. It was a very rich-people sort of business with a rich-people sort of vibe. The boats were huge, well kept, and the fanciest things on the harbor. It was kind of ridiculous and very over priced, but hey, it was a business. So cheers to them, I guess.
When I was in single digits, I often went with my biological father to work on the weekends that he had with me. I wasn’t old enough to stay home alone just yet, and honestly I didn’t really mind going to work with him. Even when he worked late night cruises and parties, I had a lot of fun meeting new people. The chefs on the yachts liked me and would sneak me really delicious samples of food, and the bar tenders gave me free Shirley Temples when I went up to them. Since it was just a boat and there was no way I could really get lost or disappear unless I fell off or something (which I never did. Ocean safety was drilled into me constantly with the amount of it involved in my life) my dad didn’t mind if I walked off and away from him to go exploring on my own.
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