I wish to narrate a paranormal incident that took place in 1976 when I was 10 years old.
We were spending the summer holidays at Talgeri (a small village near Gokarna- a prime tourist destination nowadays) in Kumta Taluka of Karnataka state. My maternal mother's house was big enough to house 20 individuals comfortably. We were about 20/25 people residing, my maternal aunts, maternal uncles, along with my grandmother and grandfather.
The village was not equipped with electricity in 1976 and dinner was served by 7.30 pm, the household chores were completed around 8.30 and we were in bed by 9.00 pm max.
I always preferred to be close to my mother while the elders discussed numerous paranormal activities that had taken place within the vicinity of this house. There was a brief lull in the discussion as majority of the persons in the room had already slept or were drifting in and out of sleep.
Suddenly there was a commotion outside and the booming sound of my maternal uncle, who was fearless of anything, ran out of the verandah carrying a torch to investigate some unexplained lights that were seen by a couple of men. He came back without success as the moving lights vanished without a trace.
Sans electricity, it was pitch dark inside the house and you could not even see your own hands. Suddenly several utensils tumbled down the attic which was located in one corner of this very room. The sound of the utensils as it came crashing down was deafening.
The men folk (my maternal uncles, my father, my grandfather and neighbours) who were sleeping out on the verandah knocked on the doors to enquire about the loud noise. The likely culprits were a couple of cats who used to live in the house and my grandmother brushed every one off by saying that the cats had accidentally caused all the turmoil. Everyone heaved a sign of relief and went to bed.
In the morning I heard voices and on opening my eyes I saw my aghast and exasperated mother who could scarcely believe her ears when my grandmother was telling everyone gathered that NONE of the utensils that had fallen from the attic's ladder were lying sprawled and everything was in order. She opined that such "trivial" incidents were a regular occurrence and we should not make much fuss over it.
My grandparents passed away in 1977 and 1984 respectively and, coupled with the marriage of my aunts and one of the maternal uncle who moved to Mangalore, the house was and remains deserted today in perfect calm, belying the eerie UNEXPLAINED incidents which still gives me the goosebumps.
I visited the House in May 2012 along with my son, after 28 long years (my mother passed away in 2012 and I longed to see it one last time) and the haunting memories all came back.
The house remains locked and is looked after by my mother's uncle who stays nearby. Even today no one has any clues to the unusual activities that had taken place during its dark period of its existence.