This incident dates back to my student days. Back in the day I was an engineering student in my fourth semester. We used to have our term exams in the middle of November.
It was common practice for us friends (Aakash and Ranjeet and me) to put our heads together in preparation for the exams. Pre-exams were the only times we were highly interested in learning the art of engineering. I vividly remember it was a chilly Friday evening and we had an examination on the coming Monday. On the same Friday, we had had a grueling examination and it was not easy to motivate a tired body and mind to study again.
A sumptuous meal cooked by my mother helped me cheer up and I called up my friends to plan the study session. Normally we put up at Aakash's place as he had a pretty large and well ventilated study room for himself, but at the time it was being renovated and was fraught with construction materials and dirt. Irfan and Hrishi lived 5 km out from where I live. Suddenly it struck me that my aunt was on her yearly vacation and her place was empty. She had left the keys with my mom. I grabbed hold of the keys and informed my friends to meet me there.
We started our studies at about 8 pm and gradually to my surprise we picked up our tempo and covered quite a few topics related to the subject. There was a cool wind blowing and the sky was absolutely starless. At about 10 pm we took a tea break. The nice hot tea in the chilly weather pepped us up and we willed ourselves to study a bit longer. Then came a point in time where we could not read an alphabet and our fingers repelled at the touch of our calculator buttons. We knew it was time to call it a day. When I looked up the antique clock it was 2 am! It was a bit too late in comparison to our normal ways!
Everybody packed up and I locked the door behind me. We all had our motorbikes ready for us in the parking. We bade each other good knight and also planned our next session for Sunday.
I hit the ignition of my bike, the engine roared and we all drove along the common 200-250m road and then they separated along a right turn and I took the left turn in the direction of my home. The distance between my aunt's place and my home is about 1.5 km. In between there is a slum which stretches for about a km. Normally late in the night too there is a bit of commotion in the slum and I hardly ever felt any fear traversing the road even late in the night. But on that day there was an eerie silence in the place as if something had happened and everybody has disappeared.
Just before I entered the slum area, my engine stopped and my bike came to a halt. Before this moment I felt absolutely nothing but as the bike stopped, the eerie silence and the cold biting wind made me highly uncomfortable. I cursed myself for having not brought the bike to the mechanic for regular service. I pulled on the stand of my bike and squatted down to see what the problem was. In the squatted position the complete view of the slum area was obstructed by the bike.
I found nothing untoward in the spark plug and carburetor area and thus didn't knew what to do. Just as I lifted my head up, through the gap between the vehicle body and engine I saw a lady clad in a white saree. She was about 100 m away from me. This really gave me the blues as she appeared out of thin air! In the next moment I raised my head completely up above the seat and got a complete view of her. She had extremely long hair and all of them were white. She didn't look old for all the white hair she had. Her facial features were not visible from 100 m out. I was really beginning to lose myself after seeing this. When she saw me raising my head from the other side of the bike, she started waving her fingers towards her as if she was calling me towards her. Now, I didn't really know what to do and I was sweating profusely in the chilly winter night.
Looking at her in that chilly night was really frightening so I looked up again at the bike and found that petrol-supply valve was in the on-position and the bike fuel tank was in reserve. I switched the valve onto reserve and hit the ignition button. The engine came to life, that was the sweetest engine sound I have ever heard in my life. I glimpsed at the woman from the corner of my left eye. She was still standing there waving her fingers towards herself in a curling motion. I hit the accelerator pedal and drove the bike all the way to my place, all the while in the first gear.
I was so flabbergasted that I forgot even to change the gears of my transmission. I rushed home and immediately hit the bed. I tried to think about something else but couldn't. I wouldn't even look out of my bedroom window as I feared the white haired lady would be there! In the night, I got a slight temperature and could sleep only at 6 am in the morning.
Next day I narrated the event to my family members. They thought I just got terrified of an old woman who was out to take a midnight walk! I could never buy that explanation and I think what I saw that night was definitely not a human entity.
Any explanations/comments are welcome.