This incidence happened in the year 1975. My father, then unmarried, along with his family, used to live in the Mulund East suburb of Bombay, now Mumbai. He used to have a friend and neighbor, Jadhav. Jadhav just got a job with a Pharma Company in Mulund West suburb, and had to daily cross the railway lines to get across the suburbs, and used a cycle for travelling to work. One night, when Jadhav was returning home at around 1:15 am after completing his third shift, he encountered a strange thing. He saw a man standing in front of him on the railway tracks, accompanied with a cycle. This man was blocking the whole crossing by placing the cycle across the road of the crossing. Jadhav saw this man, but was unable to see his face since the man was facing away from Jadhav. At first, Jadhav asked the man to leave his way, but there was no response. After a couple of requests, Jadhav started using abusive language to persuade the man to leave the tracks, but there was still no reply. Finally, Jadhav decided to get rid of that man using some physical force. Jadhav was pretty confident about himself since he had a good physique with a height of 5 feet 11 inches and a weight of 85kg, whereas the man confronting Jadhav seemed a physically weak guy of around 45 kgs, and was only somewhere around 5 feet 2 inches tall. Jadhav stepped ahead to grip the shoulder of the man, but when Jadhav touched him, the man suddenly turned around facing Jadhav. Jadhav saw his face and felt that it seemed something different, his face was totally white and his eyes were so deep that they weren't visible. Before Jadhav could make any move, that man landed a tight slap on Jadhav's face. The slap was so hard that Jadhav fell five feet behind on the ground. It would have been a really difficult task for a man of that height and physique to overpower a huge guy like Jadhav. Jadhav somehow managed to get up immediately but found that the man, along with his cycle, were both missing. Fear ran through Jadhav's mind as he realized that it wasn't human. Jadhav started running towards the railway platform, which was around 200 meters from the spot. Jadhav somehow reached the railway platform and then ran all the way to his house. From that night, Jadhav suffered from high fever along with dystentry for one week. His family performed some Puja and Havan to rid him of this fever. Today, Jadhav lives in Pune, India. Even after more than thirty years after that incident, Jadhav still remembers that night. I still hear people saying that the railway tracks near the crossing are haunted, and some years back, a flyover bridge was constructed on the railway crossing.
My uncle runs an optical fibre laying company for cellular service providers. For this purpose he has to travel all through the nation in order to pick up tenders and do the concerned job. This story which I am about to tell happened last year during the month of December near a village in the state of Jharkhand.
We were crossing this village dead at 2am in the morning. My uncle, me, his friend and the driver were in the car. We were dock tired owing to all this travelling. In order to cross the village we had to cross a bridge. The bridge was so narrow that it could allow only one car to pass at a time. We heard many spooky things about this village but never believed things such as 'ghosts'. The driver was constantly telling us to halt the car at some motel because he believed that crossing the village at this hour was a bad idea. But, we didn't listen to him and we pushed further in order to reach the targeted destination.
Nearing the approach to this bridge, we stopped at the side of the road to take a leak. A few 100 meters ahead of us we saw some of the bushes rattling. We could see that because the headlights were still on. I presumed it to be a rabbit or some random animal. But it was not what I had expected. What it actually was blew our minds.
When we started the car and were ready to move suddenly a women wearing a red wedding saree was seen crawling on to the road as if she needed help. Half of her clothes were torn as if she was raped. As we got closer she sprang up and stood in front of us with her back faced away. The driver screeched to a halt. She slowly turned and then what we saw blew our brains out. She had a barbaric face, like the one you get after someone smashes your head with a huge rock. Blood all over her face and slowly coming closer to the car.
The driver was in such a state of shock that he passed out. My uncle screamed to turn the lights off, but the driver was so bewildered by the sight he couldn't so. I sprang up, took out the lights and we sat down quietly. The noises which the entity was making could be heard and slowly faded away.
At this time the driver was shifted to the back seat and I drove the car as fast as I could and parked it to a nearby motel. Nobody spoke, we were at a state of trance. We woke up the next day and hurried off never to visit back the Village again. Certainly not in the nearby future.
The question is that what would have happened to the bride on her day of marriage remains a mystery.
