Like my first story, this one also is related to my father. My father never spoke about it. I heard it from my mother and late grandma few years ago.
It was 1989 when my father got an attachment posting to a Naval Air Station in Vizag (it happens to be the HQ of Eastern Naval Command of Indian Navy). We moved along. We had to setup residence in a rented property (the posting not being a proper IAF Air Station, my father had a lower chance of getting official quarters over Naval personnels).
Vizag those days was sleepy little town just entering a phase of development, so most new/modern residential areas were like a spread of some good house/mansions, huts of poor people and vacant plots.
So the house where we lived had a vast expanse of space in front of us in rectangular fashion (750 metres * 1000 metres), long side being roughly 1 KM. The lane in front of us aligned with the short side of the rectangle. The rectangle consisted of a marshland, a little grove and cremation ground. The road across the long side of the rectangle connects the colony at the other end and also separates the grove from the cremation ground. So if we walk from our house to the colony at the other end the cremation ground is on left and the grove on left. Population there was fairly dense...people, vehicles and cattle (yeah its India).
So one evening when my father was talking a stroll along that road he suddenly came across a very old man, that looked like hermit of some sort. Amazingly, the man spoke in English and was also fluent in Sanskrit. The old man asked my father as where he was going and also advised him that evening time is a good time to stay at home along with family. My father certainly felt weird but bade good bye and continued his walk.
The real incident happened few days later. It was late afternoon, just moments after sunset, which means usual daylight. My father was heading back home and he sees a lady in front of him. Very angry and with fiery red (bloodshot) eyes and confronts him. She asks him as why he is there and where he is going. My father immediately gauged (also the realization that he's at a lonely place) what he was confronting and and politely answered that he was on his way home. She angrily tells him to never ever to step there again and disappears. Immediately the surrounding becomes normal, people coming down the road, younsgters speeding their bikes down the road.
After this my father began to lose sleep, getting nightmares (that lady appearing in dreams with that dreaded look), that lady seemingly near during nights etc.
My mother and my father took a short leave to our native place in Bengal to consult some blessed elders. An armlet was prescribed that was to be worn at all time. The problem went away after few months.
1. I saw that armlet then and didn't understand why it was worn. It became clear only after my grandma explained the reasons.
2. Curious fact is that I used to take that road in the evenings everyday (yes it was 2 months of summer vacations then) and nothing happened. In fact I remember a group of girls running away with a shock on their faces after they suddenly noticed me walking towards them (now I understand what they must have mistaken for).
3. The old man that my father encountered seems to have warned him. And the old man according to me does not seem to be a local entity, rather a gaurdian of sorts