Hey Guys, This is my 1st story so please take a lil easy on me and also don't mind the english.:/
This happened to me back in the late 90s. As a kid, I've suffered from two major accidents, those are falling from the 1st floor balcony direct on concrete, which I was lucky to survive, and the other, falling from my bicycle, which doesn't seem so dangerous but it was, as I fell head on, on lots of sharp stones and gravels that left a lifelong scar on my forehead. You'll get to know why these happened.
Ok, so back in around '97 my great grandma expired. I was very fond of her so of course it left me heartbroken. And yeah, she used to always wear white sarees. So after she died, I used to see a lot of her or at least I thought was her. As in while travelling on the highway, I used to suddenly shout out, "DIDU" (my great grandmother). And me being a kid, my parents never gave much attention saying, 'no baby, shes gone'. I don't remember but every time while travelling, in the forest, by the road, or in the farms, somewhere I used to see a lady in white saree, who I used to think was my didu and maybe at that point of time I knew it was her. Let me also tell you that we've had a few close calls on highways, very rare though.
Anyways, sometime later we shifted from Mumbai to Bhopal which is located in Madhya Pradesh, India. There we used to live in the 1st floor of a duplex bungalow which was a proper flat, which the Landlords had put up for rent. They lived downstairs. Now, the kitchen attached balcony was on the backside, and behind the bungalow was a small path which was never used by people, but mostly where everyone threw their garbage from their respective balconies. On the other side of the path was another bungalow. Again the 1st floor of that bungalow was on rent but no one lived there. That house had a small window through which we could see this room where everything were scattered around, which we could clearly see during daytime so we thought it might have been the owner's store room or something. Next to that bungalow, was a two storeyed bungalow and in the 2nd floor, was a small terrace where the owner mostly used to leave both of his dogs.
One fine day, when my mom was cooking food, she decided to open the balcony door, as it was getting a lil hot inside. After some time she started to get this feeling that someone is looking at her. The moment she turned her head, she felt like she saw a shadow suddenly dissapearing from that small window. And believe it or not, the dogs started barking and they even used to howl late nights. And yeah, many think, they used to bark at us, but they used to start barking right when my mom used to get this feeling of being watched or maybe just for some other reasons. This happened like every time.
My grandparents being uber religious decided, we see a priest who had direct contact with HanumanJI (a Hindu deity who was an ardent devotee of Rama according to Hindus mythology) His name is Harihar Baba. The moment he saw me, he said, "this child is going through some really rough times". Then we told everything related to what all was happening, about my great grandmother, my mom seeing shadows, my accidents, etc., to him. So he read some of his mantras, took my horoscope or something, and told us to come after some days (this actually took a week or 2 but long story cut short).
So we did, and what I heard that day, literally sent sharp chills through my spine. He said, the lady who I used to see was not my great grandma, but this spirit in white saree who wanted to take me along with her for some reason my mom wouldn't care to tell me, hence causing the accidents and probably the close calls as well. So he read some mantras and said that, he has hung up the spirit on a peepal tree, which is a sacred fig tree in the hindu mythology.
Since that very day, I started feeling much better, I never saw that lady again. About the shadows, my mom saw, there indeed was an unearthly presence on the 1st floor of that bungalow, as we found out later on by the neighbors that there was a bachelor who died an unwanted death in that very house as he was a big time stoner, which is why the dogs used to howl and bark as we know dogs bark at spirits.
So after all this, harihar baba, gave us his blessings and since then I have never encountered anything ghostly. My mom never got that feeling of being watched. The dogs never barked but they used to howl sometimes. Hope I didn't bore you guys.:) Peace.