I am Mayank and I live in Patna, India. This story which I am narrating is more stimulating than terrifying. This happened last year when I was in 12th grade.
As is common with many students in India, I was also pressurized to prepare for engineering. I joined one of the famous coaching institutes in Patna. The managing director of the institute was an old acquaintance of my father.
First, let me enlighten you on a few other details. In India, due to lack of proper vigilance it is considered quite unsafe for girls to be outdoors after dark and since we had our schools in the morning, we could afford to attend the coaching classes only in the evening shift. By the time the classes were dismissed, it was quite dark. So the institute hired private vehicles, mostly vans, to ensure the safety of girls while travelling. Meanwhile, the front seat beside the driver could be occupied by male students. Though I am a guy, my parents are anxious about my safety and asked me to travel only by one of the vans. So I was allotted the front seat in one of the vans. The van did school duty during the day and that school was situated in my locality and it would be kept during night in the school premises. So the final stoppage of the van would be that school and I would walk from there to reach my home.
One day, while returning from coaching classes, a strange thing happened. I was the only one in the van that day. Our driver who was a solemn guy said that he was asked to deliver some important papers to the van in-charge before he would drop me, so he would first go to his house. I agreed without reluctance. As soon as we reached that in-charge's house, my driver got down with the papers and suddenly he saw on the back seat (the small seat through the back door) a razai (I don't know what its called in English, its something like a blanket with immense amount of stuffing inside). Anyway, he saw this thing and was amazed as to how such a thing would have come there. He had no idea as to who did the razai belong. He suspected that someone might have committed some crime, say murder, using it and hid it in a weird place so as to dispense with the evidence. He was worried and hence called the man in the house (the in-charge whom he was going to meet) downstairs. Together they both took the razai and unfolded it. But there was no blood stain or stains of any other kind. The razai was perfectly clean.
After some discussion they decided to put the razai in the school for one night and then they would inquire about it the next day. I was a witness to their discussion. Then the driver gave him the papers and folded the razai and kept it under his own seat and drove back to the school (my stoppage) without stopping at any place.
When we reached, I got down from the van and I noticed that the razai was not under the driver's seat! Both I and the driver stood amazed for about 10 minutes and then my driver told me, "Never mind brother! We will talk about it tomorrow!"
There was no way the RAZAI could have been lost! I was fully awake all the time he drove me and I was not busy with my cell phone or something like that. When I recall this incident, I can deduce only one thing that there must be some unnatural force behind this! I could not get any logical conclusion despite discussing this with my friends. This memory freaks me out when I am alone. Please do comment friends.