This is my first and only story about ghosts. Let me give you my brief introduction. I am born and bought up in Aurangabad, by the grace of god, ours is a big family including 9 buas (father's sisters) and their families.
This happened before 1970, years before I was born. One of my buas, let's call her Lucy, was married in Punjab. Her in-laws were middle class people. Once she was drying clothes on her terrace and she found a beautiful and brand new red color chunni (scarf for your understanding, the one we Indian females use to cover our head out of respect for elders of the family).
She kept it for herself, thinking it has come flying from someone's terrace (in those days people use to hand wash their clothes and put them on ropes on terrace for drying. If you are from India or if you ever go to India, then you will see clothes drying on terrace even today). Anyways...
Things were fine while the chunni was new but as soon as it started fading out, things went bad to worse. Like my buaji suddenly became very aggressive, rude and powerful and she started using abusing language in front of elders of the family. She started travelling to different cities on her own without informing anybody at home.
In the beginning everybody ignored her suddenly changed behavior, thinking she will be fine again but things got worse. Once it was wedding of my younger buaa, and Lucy was also invited along with her in-laws for the wedding.
In Indian weddings (especially in our caste, Punjabis) the groom comes along with a big crowd of all friends and relatives along with orchestra. They all come dancing and singing to take away the bride along with them to groom's house. Everything was fine, but as soon as Baraat (groom's side people and orchestra) came, something happened to Lucy. She started acting weird, she started abusing everybody, throwing all wedding stuff here and there. She became so powerful that she literally lifted a heavy wooden cord and threw it away. My grandfather and father, who were strong and 6 feet plus tall men, were unable to control her. Somehow they locked her in one room (but she broke the heavy wooden cum metallic door within an hour time). Other family members called some fakir (holy man)...fakir did something and calmed her down.
Later on, after wedding, that fakir was called again and asked to help us getting rid of this Lucy's problem forever. He informed my family that somewhere a newly wedded bride died (in India, if a newly wedded bride dies, her dead body is make up just like a newly wedded bride, with all the make ups, jewelries, new red color clothes and many gifts and then her body is set fire along with those gifts). Somehow her chunni was flown to Lucy's terrace and she started using it. Now Lucy was possessed by the ghost of that bride who is upset with her for taking away her chunni and using it.
Fakir took that ghost in confidence and apologized to her on behalf of buaa Lucy for using her chunni unknowingly and also asked for forgiveness and asked her to leave Lucy alone; the ghost demanded new red color clothes with makeup, bangles, sweets and red chunni should be gifted by Lucy to eunuch and she will go away. Same was done by Lucy and after that to until date nothing happened to Lucy.
Thanks for reading my story.