I am Stacey and am 23 years of age. This experience dates back to August 2011 when I used to stay at a rented room with my elder sister and my best friend in Delhi. I would like to tell that the balcony of the house used to stay covered with a mango tree that used to seem like falling over our house.
We had this one room, outside which there was a gallery which comprised of the kitchen and the washroom. Beside the washroom was the staircase that lead to the terrace which used to stay unlighted as no one used to go upstairs. I started having this weird feeling whenever I used to open the door of the room and go in the kitchen or the washroom. I always felt as if someone was standing on the staircase keeping one hand on the railing. But I never found anything every time I used to turn over to confirm. It continued for every time we opened the door of the room. However I tried discussing it with my sister but she asked me stay quiet as she was too scared of discussing anything like that. She used to work in night shift so always warned me and my best friend not to loiter in the balcony area at nite. But we always used to freak out after my sister had left for her office.
We had this separate entry to our floor and had the staircase attached to a side of the balcony. One night me and my friend were sitting on the staircase outside and were enjoying the summer night with our girly chats. It was around 1:30 to 2 a.m. Suddenly we both felt a breeze of cold wind blow through our legs. We discussed about it in a normal manner and continued with our stuff. Moments later we heard rustling of the mango tree leaves which was hanging just above us in the balcony. As we looked up we found the leaves just above us shaking badly. We both freaked out so badly that we started chanting prayers and rushed inside the room. We kept the lights of the room on so as to make our minds normal. Everything became back to normal when my sister arrived early in the morning. We did not disclose this to my sister as she would have scolded us for sitting on the staircase outside so late.
Days after we three went out for some shopping and I realized I didn't have my cellphone with me. I asked my sister to call on my cell so that we could make out if I had left it in the house or at some shop. Some male person did receive the call and said "hello..." in a whispering tone. I replied the same and the person again said "hello..." in a whisper. I cut the phone and came back home annoyed, thinking that I might have got my phone stolen away.
To my surprise as we entered the room I found my phone on the bed. We had locked the room from outside before leaving and there was no other way through which someone or the landlord could have got into the room. I immediately checked the call log and found my sister's number in the 'received calls' list. This made it clear that someone did receive that call. We even clarified things with our landlord asking him if anyone entered our room some moments back to which he clearly denied reminding us that he had no duplicate key of our room.
This was something which really got us thinking and discuss things in detail. Nothing evil took place neither did the spirit (if any) tried interfering with our lives in the room. But certainly there was something/someone who kept standing on the staircase near the kitchen and outside near the tree too. We decided to move out but never discussed anything with the landlord as we knew no one would ever speak or accept something ill about his own house. Now I stay in a PG with other girls and still remember those days trying to figure out the possible reasons behind those happenings. I reach no conclusion whatsoever.
Thank you for reading my story. Please share your thoughts over what would it possibly have been if it was not something paranormal.