Little background, I belong to Sikh community of India. Gurudwara is home of our god Waheguruji or Babaji. My grandfather came down to India after India-Pakistan partition in 1948-1950 and my father was 20 days old that time.
Back to story, my grandfather settled in a place called Aurangabad (which was a total forest at that time) in India and started his business as wood cutter. When my daddy was 11-12 years old, papaji (grandfather) used to take my daddy to forest to teach him how the whole thing works. Going to forest in the morning and coming back in evening with woods was their daily routine. And whole forest was their home now.
Once, when both of them were winding up for the day, they heard some sound of kirtan (holy chantings or for better understanding, holy songs sung for pleasing (god) Babaji) coming from distant place.
Both of them walked in that direction to check what it is. After walking for like 5-10 minutes, they saw a gurudwara there with Bhaijis (priests) singing kirtans, which was something out of the place at that time: a gurudwara in middle of forest. Both of them were wondering how come that they have never noticed it before.
Anyways, both of them entered gurudwara, bowed their head in front of Babaji and said their prayers. They sat there for some time and when they got up to leave for home, a bhaji came to them and gave them kada parshaad (kada parshaad is holy offering to Babaji. It's made up of sugar, ghee and wheat flour. After offering it to Babaji, it is distributed among the people whoever visit gurudwara as a blessing from Babaji). My papaji took kada parshaad and wrap it in piece of paper, thinking that they will share it with all the family members after reaching home.
They reached home, took their bath and ate their dinner. After that my papaji remembered about kada parshaad they got from gurudwara. He unwrapped the paper to distribute it among everybody, but as soon as he opened it, there was no kada parshaad there. Instead there was cow dung in there. Both of them were shocked and confused, could not believe their own eyes. The whole family was quiet and staring at them and they were speechless.
Next day they went to same place where they saw gurudwara, but there was no sign of it, the whole thing along with bhaijis was gone. It was forest again.
Papaji and my daddy passed away long back leaving this story of their experience with us. But nobody knows what happened to gurudwara, why my papaji and daddy were chosen to experience it.