Pssst Meena

I cannot remember the exact year, but this Pssst Meena started around about September 1998 (I remember the month and year as it was the year I started working at the airport).

My bedroom was painted manila; my dad had the whole house painted this color, whilst a very common color I always found it a bit boring. I eventually got my own way and painted it grey and black and I had two massive posters of black panthers, I love panthers. As you walked into the bedroom to the left was the window. Behind the door were the wardrobes with dressing table and directly opposite the wardrobes and dresser was my bed. Next to the window on the floor was my system.

My work was shift work so I did a lot of 12 hour shifts. Starting at 5 AM M finishing at 5 or 6 PM M in the evening. I would always stay and do overtime, so you can imagine I became a stranger to not only to my parents but the rest of the family as well. It was funny though relatives would come around and sit around waiting for me.

I would go to bed at around 10p. M 11 PM M the latest. I would walk into the bedroom and always get a strange feeling, like being watched. I would get ready for bed, put the radio on switch of the light and get into bed. I always managed to go to sleep; it was not a problem only to be woken up by someone in the corner of the wardrobe and whispering pssst Meena. I would lie in my unable to move, eyes wide open listening, trying to decide whether it was me going nuts, my imagination running away with the fairies. I would feel someone or something sit on the edge of the bed sometimes on my feet whilst hearing the whisper pssst Meena.

I cannot be sure how long this went on for, but it stopped when I moved to where the wardrobes were and the wardrobes went on the opposite side. As soon as this was done, the pssst Meena stopped and a woman started to appear, a woman dressed in black, almost like what the Arab woman would wear, covered head to toe. If I threw the blankets of night she would cover me up again, if I got up scared she would sit right next to me and at me back to sleep. She never meant any harm but nevertheless it really did acre me.

I got married in 1990, as some of you will know I got married in a Brahman family, Priests, so they were very religious. When I got married and was taken to my new home, I remember walking to the front door and feeling very uneasy. I brushed it off like I do to nerves, new home, and new family. I will say my bedroom, (I have my reasons some will know). My bedroom was the first bedroom as you went upstairs. The set up was you would walk into the bedroom and behind the door was the bed, and the window was to the right, the wardrobes were directly opposite the door, so when you opened the door you would see the wardrobes.

The dressing table opposite the bed and then a bookcase that was closest to the window. Not long after being in the marital, I started experiencing a lot of weird things; just being in the house alone spooked me out. One of those things was that when I would go to bed, someone would be hiding in the corner where the dressing table is and would be whispering pssst - Meena. I would lie in the bed, my eyes trying to see if there was anyone there, this would go one for 5-10 minutes and then stop. I started sleeping with the radio on and the bedroom light on.

I am in my own flat now. And the pssst - Meena I have only heard a few times, but get this again it comes from the corner of the dressing table.