My name is Gauri and I am a 31-year-old single mother to a baby boy, who will be 2 years in May this year. I live in New Delhi, India.
I never believed in ghosts and paranormal until about 7 months ago when it actually happened with me. I am very new to this, so I apologize if my experience is not very well written but I will try to write it as best as I can.
I was staying in this rented apartment about 2 kilometers from my parents' house for the last 2 years. As I am a single mom, my parents help out a lot and as my parents' house is close by my father often comes and stays over with us (me and my son). One day my landlord told me that he is going to sell this house (that we were staying in) and that we should find another place to stay. (He gave me 2 months to look for a place and shift out.)
My dad and I both started searching for houses and finally one day (this was in Aug. 2011) my dad came and told me that he had found a good house and, as the landlady was not staying in Delhi, she was in a hurry to rent out the place, so he has given an advance for the house and that I should see the house soon. I initially was furious as I wanted to have a good look at the house before finalizing it (and dad had done that alone). But later I agreed to see the house. So on a Saturday my dad, me and my son went to see the house.
This house was on the first floor. We entered the house and met the landlady, and the strangest thing happened, which I don't know where it came from. I entered the house, walked towards one of the rooms to see it, and suddenly what came out of my mouth instantly was (after being there for hardly 3 minutes or so and when I had not seen the house properly) "I will not stay here, I don't like this place."
My dad told me to keep quiet and said that we would talk later. So, I just walked around the house a bit, spoke to the landlady and left. On our way back, dad told me that he had already paid advance for the house and had finalized it. He thought it was a nice 4 bedroom house. And for me, though I found the house nice, something from within didn't quiet feel right. Anyways, after a lot of arguments and the given circumstances, I agreed to move into that house.
The new house was just a block or two away from where I was staying then and it didn't take much time for me to shift there. I had packed, shifted and set everything up in one week after finalizing the house. This was end of August, about 26th of Aug, 2011.
This is when all this started. Here is what happened right from the very first day.
This house was so cold and uncomfortable. One step inside the house and one step outside the front door. One could make out that this house was chilly. At all times. I had no reason to suspect initially. Or never thought...Why?
From the first day we shifted, I started getting the feeling of being watched... All the time. I would be roaming around the house doing chores on the weekend and would feel as if someone was following close by. It felt very weird and I shrugged it off thinking it's just my imagination.
Anyways, I am working and leave for work by 9am. My dad takes care of my baby while I'm gone and I take charge when I return and dad goes to his house and later comes back for dinner.
One evening, I came back home from work, as usual, and had tea with dad and then he left. I and my son were alone and around 7pm he wanted to sleep. So, tired from a long day, I also decided to take some rest. I took my baby to bed and was lying next to him. The bedroom door is facing the front of my bed and I generally keep it slightly open so that it's not completely dark in the room. My son, Shaurya, had just slept and I was wondering in my head if I should get up and do things around the house or sleep for a while. When the bedroom door slammed shut in front of my eyes! I was shocked but didn't panic as I couldn't register what had just happened. I took a few minutes and got up and came out of my bedroom and went to the balcony in the next room for a smoke. As my son was sleeping in my room, I made sure that I keep the next bedroom door completely open (touched the wall) so that I can hear him if he wakes up. I was smoking in the balcony and was looking out on the street. After a minute, I turned around and saw that the door was completely shut behind me. I was standing there thinking if I had shut the door by mistake, but no, I remember clearly that I had opened the door and it touched the wall a minute ago. As soon as that happened, I heard my son crying. This was only after a few seconds after I turned and saw the door shut. Anyway, though I was shocked and uneasy, I gathered myself and quickly went in and saw Shaurya was sitting on the bed and crying uncontrollably.
After that day and until we decided to move out so many things happened, which scared the hell out of me. My mother doesn't keep very well, so it was one of those days when she wasn't feeling very well and my dad decided to stay the night at his house, so I and my son were alone. We went to bed around 10:30 pm. I played with him a little and slept off. Something woke me up. What it was I don't know and what happened, I'm not very clear either. But I remember that my eyes opened and I looked at the clock, which is hanging on the wall right in front of my bed (to the left of the door) and it was 2am. I could see pitch black from the slightly opened door. A feeling of uneasiness took over but I couldn't move and could clearly feel that I was covered head to toe in sweat (the kind when you exercise). I just could tilt my head enough to the left window to see it was dark outside. And that's it. After that I passed out and woke up in the morning about 7am. I have no idea what happened.
Other things like keys, phones objects of daily use were moved from their position where we generally kept them. I had no logical explanation to the things that were happening but didn't know what to say or do. I didn't share this with my father for the simple fact that he would laugh on me as he did not believe in such things.
What got me thinking about this was when my son started pointing to something very often that I couldn't see and this my father also told me later on (when we decided to move out). If I would be standing in the balcony, he would all of a sudden stop playing, run to me and refuse to go inside the house. If I would try to take him inside, he would scream and cry and point to something on the ceiling. I had no idea what to do but used to calm him down and take him out for a walk to the park.
I started to hear footsteps in the night outside my bedroom very often. Apart from a few nights, I used to hear footsteps every night outside my door. Heavy footsteps like a man walking in slippers.
The aura of the house generally was pretty negative and at times the air around the house used to become thick and suffocating that I couldn't stand to be in that house and used to pick my keys and head out with my son. It felt as if some thing or someone didn't want us to be in that house at ALL.
One night I was woken up by this horrible sound (like someone was drilling in my ear) and that sound, I still cannot forget. It was December 2011 (winter time) and I was peacefully sleeping in my blanket. I woke up irritated but in a half sleepy state and looked back. What I saw froze me... I saw a black figure just sitting near me on the foot of the bed and just staring. I just froze and didn't move. After a few minutes I fell back asleep or passed out. I have no idea.
These things really started to disturb me. It was nearly to 4 months that we had spent in this house (from Aug 2011 to Dec 2011) and I used to be tired during the day due to lack of sleep from waking up to footsteps and noises every night. My son used to behave weirdly and was cranky most of the times. This really made me worried. I did not know what was happening, but was very worried for the safety of my son. One day when I put my foot down and told my dad that there was something wrong with this house and asked him had anyone (neighbors) told him anything about this house, that he broke his silence.
He told me that it had been a month since we had moved into this new house that one of neighbors told him that the landlady's husband was a lawyer and had lost a case in which a lot of money was involved and he hung himself from the ceiling fan in the lounge area in the night when his wife (our landlady) and son were sleeping. It was after this incident that his wife decided to move to her hometown to her parents' place with her son and put up the house on rent. He told him that this had happened just 3 months before we moved in! My dad did not believe in paranormal or ghosts and did not want to scare me so he did not tell me about this incident all this while.
That was it. Now I could put two and two together and figured out why everything was happening. I always felt from the very first day that we should not be staying here. Whatever it was did not mean to harm us, but clearly told us that we were not welcome there and should leave. Every time, in the past, when I tried to apply logic to the happenings, the entity did something or the other to make it's presence clear and make me aware that this was his house and that we should leave.
That was good enough reason, though pretty tough to be moving again in such a short span of time. It seemed like a huge task for me to be looking for a house again and shifting and all with a small baby. Anyways, my son's security being on the top priority, I decided to move.
Whoever it was made our life hell until the last day in that house. I tried telling him that we were moving out now and that he should stop troubling us. But no, things kept moving, footsteps... Everything continued until the last day.
I finally moved out of the house on Jan 15, 2012. Everything is back to normal since and we have moved into a nice small house in the same area but a different block.
It was during this time I started to search about paranormal and got to this site and have read countless experiences from people; when I finally sat down to write my own today.
I apologize again for writing so long. Thanks for reading.