It started in the mid winter say in the ending of December and January was on the edge of starting. I at that time was a college student and was quite busy with my studies. I must mention here that I am not amongst those who had good number of friends. I am shy in nature and had only 1 friend in my whole college life.
On December 28th 1997, the time would have been in between 3:30 to 4:00pm (approximate), I had just returned from my college. As usual, I was pity hungry and as soon as entered in my house I started seeking for some sank to eased up hunger for a little bit.
Varanasi, the city where I live (since birth), the temperature usually stays between 5 to 6 degrees centigrade in the end of December and in the first week of January and then it goes even below in the mid half of January to mid February, so, my mother and other members of my family used to spent most of the time in the rooftop to get some warmth from the sun.
Since everyone of my family was in the upper side of the building, so in the apartment of ours was pity dark (as all the switches were off). I was feeling so hungry that I did not noticed that I was being watched by someone.
My kitchen's location (where I was that time) was that if someone had to go there, he has to cross three rooms one by one (since it was a temporary kitchen earlier it was a store room as our main kitchen was under renovation).
At that time we had a schedule lode shedding from 12:30 pm to 5:00pm, and that time we don't have any power back-up facility (say inverters etc). The only light I had in the kitchen was coming from a kerosene lantern/lamp with a little mix up with daylight. Rest of three rooms were pity dark though some little pinch of light was coming from the window edges and decorated roshandans (air vents situated at the top of the walls, old houses do have that kind to inside-structures).
After encountering my hunger, I looked from the kitchen window; I saw still there was enough sunlight so I decided to join the family in the roof. After locking the kitchen as I turned back, I saw a person passing from dining room to drawing room. I thought that it may be my youngest brother. I immediately went to the direction where I had seen him going. I was surprised to see that there was no one in that room. I thought that may be my mind is playing some tricks with me. Suddenly I remember that when I had entered in the apartment I had locked the front door so how can he enter in the flat.
I started filled up with fear and I immediately decided to leave that place as quickly as I can. But unfortunately failed to do so as I was grabbed by some unknown power. My legs were started cramping up people says that whenever they had an paranormal experience they fell cold but in my case I was feeling very hot as someone had putted me in an burning coal oven.
I tried to shout with all of my power but it seemed that my voice was trapped inside my throat. I started to throw my hands here and there like a mad person in order to get myself free from that horrible power but I was not getting any success. There was a moment when I thought that the unknown power had achieved full control on me and I had no power left in my body for further resistance, I started calling goddess to whom I worship to save my life.
Was it a coincidence or not I don't know, I suddenly heard the barking of my pet dog and with him my mother entered in the apartment. I was immediately freed from that entity. My mother, when she saw me lying on the floor in unconscious and almost knocked out, she started calling the rest of the people in the family to save me. I was picked up from the floor and was putted in a bed.
Our family doctor was called immediately, but in his initial examine I was declared ok. Though, he gave me some energy tonic and some paracetamol (as my body temperature has risen up by little).
After the departure of the doctor, my mother asked what exactly had happened with me inside the house in their absence. I told them that I was attacked by a spirit when I was coming out from the kitchen. My mother then burnt an iron rod in camphor lite and cooled it immediacy in holy Ganga jal and gave it to me to drink.
After drinking that I felt better. That whole night my mother sat beside me to guard me from that spirit along with my pet dog. Though, I slept properly, but I had bad dreams that night.
Almost 12 years has passed, when I had that horrible encounter with that spirit; my loving dog had passed away on 2nd May 2014. His death was not natural too. He was not felling good from last 3 month and was under full medical asylum. But unfortunately, we did not able to save his life.
My mother still in depression as he was much closed to her and always helped her in fighting such situations.