The story I am about to tell you guys happened to my mother when she was about 13 years old. This particular incident made her a believer in ghosts. It happened in the city of Mumbai (Bombay). My mother had went along with 2 cousins to watch a movie in a theater in a different part of city from where she lived. The show was late night and it was 12. 30 by the time it got over. The went to the local railway station (most of the intercity travel in Mumbai is done through local trains) of Ambarnath by 1.30 and had missed the last local train. They had to wait for 3 hours now before the train services would start again. The 3 of them decided to spend the night at the train platform itself as there was no where else to go. Around 2 in the morning, a strange man appeared in front of them. He was wearing the uniform of Indian Naval Officer. He immediately started a conversation with my mother. The officer had a daughter who was about my mother's age and he started to tell her many stories about her childhood. He told my mother which type food his daughter eats, what fashion trends she prefers, which school she wants to get admission in for 11th Grade. My mother was a bit surprised as the fashion trends preferred by the officer's daughter sounded very old and the school which she preferred, my mother had not even heard of it before all the while the officer insisted that it was one of the best schools in Mumbai. When my mother asked him what he is doing on the platform since there is no train for another 2 hours, he replied that he was searching for his wallet. It had fallen off his pocket while travelling from the train (Mumbai local trains have open doors, so it is possible for someones wallet to fall of the train on the platform). He replied that he wanted to buy something I cannot remember which his daughter absolutely loved, but could not do so without his wallet. For 2 entire hours the man talked with my mother until the first train arrived. Upon arrival the man said that he would join my mother and her cousins on the train. His stop was a few stops after my mother's. Upon reaching Dombivali (My mother's stop), the officer decided to say one final goodbye and stepped outside the train. Upon stepping out of the train compartment, he just vanished into thin air in front of my mother. This scared her a lot. Upon returning home she was not able to tell anyone anything out of shock. Her cousins told my grandfather about what had happened. My grandfather worked for Mumbai railways and the next day he visited Ambarnath station to find out what exactly had happened. The station master there told my grandfather that 12 years ago, a thief tried to steal a Naval Officers wallet. When the Naval Officer tried to stop him, the thief pushed him out of the running train on to the platform. The officer fell on his head and died on the spot. The guy my mother met was the same guy who had died 12 years ago. After all these years, he had seen someone who reminded him of his own daughter and naturally he wanted to befriend my mother. He did so, but it ended up making my mother scared of ghosts for her entire life. I personally think it was just a friendly ghost who saw his own daughter in my mother.
Thank you for reading the story guys.
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Just off topic, I was reading this story and (so many other stories by Indian posters) and found so many Western readers dismissing it.
Language issues apart (on part of many of the Indian posters), there seems to be a tendency to apply a certain pattern of analysis to stories from the old world (not just India).
None of us on this site are authorities on spiritual matters, but before posting something please research the cultural background of the poster. That will give you many clues to understand the story. Especially those cultures that are older than yours by thousands of years.
My suggestion of course does not mean we should believe total fabrications like teenagers summoning spirits, "I always believed/felt... Blah blah" stories etc. Plots straight out of cheap horror movies.
[at] To fellow Indian poster: Folks please translate your text properly before you hit the "Publish" button.