This is my first story. I am not much of a writer though, but very excited to write down my first experience.
So, I live in Mumbai and I had this experience near my balcony. I stay in a society which is like 60 years old. I stay on the first floor and I am the only one who sleeps in the balcony. The window of my balcony is very wide and this place being very old... Is filled with huge trees which darkens the place more at night and it looks all creepy.
I would also like to mention that there is a huge cemetery opposite to my balcony (its more than 200 years old and its so near that I can even see the walls of the cemetery through my window)
I now start my experience which I had some months back... But first, I ought to tell you all a small story about a gate which is just under my balcony (this can later help you all to relate this story to my experience)
We shifted here in 2000, our neighbor visited us once and she just told us a small story about this gate. She told us that they shifted in this building in 1990 and one night she was waiting for her husband to come from office. At around 12:30 am she saw him coming and entering the building through the gate, so she opened the door of her house and was standing near it to welcome him.
As he passed the gate and was entering the building, he heard a baby crying. He ignored and was walking upstairs. He then reached the passage of his floor and he again heard that baby crying. He wondered how could a baby cry near the gate all of sudden when he neither saw a baby nor anyone else when he entered. He decided to go down again but his wife pulled him in saying its too late and he shouldn't worry. As soon as she pulled him in the sound of the baby's cry transformed into a wicked laugh of a lady (according to my neighbor the laugh was very loud and a human can never laugh so loudly). They both got terrified and my neighbor's husband suffered from fever for over week. Later, his friend told him that there's a woman ghost who roams on this road (this road is between my balcony and the cemetery) and cries like a baby, and the one who comes near the gate to check, she kills the person and that person's body is never to be found again.
Now I start my experience
It was March 2014 and my tests were going on and I had to study so I decided to get up at 4:30 am and I set the alarm and slept. (My bed is adjacent to the balcony's window). The alarm rang and I stopped it and was just lying on the bed for a while and that's when I heard a baby crying. I don't know why but I just didn't get up to find out what was wrong, or something in me stopped me from getting up. That sound came again which was for the 2nd time. I could easily navigate that the sound was coming from the gate under my balcony, but I didn't get up. When the sound came for the 3rd time I got very scared and started chanting god's name (any noise heard thrice is a sign of evil). I later gathered courage and started studying and forgot about the incident for a while.
I suddenly recollected the story told to us by our neighbor and I decided to get up the next day at 4:30 am again and to check what was going on. As decided, the alarm rang and I was waiting for that noise again. But this time it didn't. I waited until 4:40 but no noise was heard by me. I thought that it might be my imagination and I decided to sleep again. I couldn't sleep and was just thinking about last night's incident and all of a sudden the alarm rang again. It was 4:50, and that's when I got very scared because I clearly remember that I had stopped the alarm earlier and it also wasn't on snooze (I never put my alarm on snooze). How could the alarm ring on its own? This question still troubles me. Is that woman still there? After almost 20 years?
I would also like to mention that there is a Hindu crematorium at a distance of approx. 2 kms from my locality, and the road which is between my balcony and the cemetery is the only way through which a dead body could be taken to the crematorium.
Thank you for reading my story and sorry if I messed it up a bit
All views are welcomed.
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