I don't know from where to start and how to explain the truth of my story. It begins with the villager's telling stories of a woman who shares her tears in the darkness. No one is really sure who she is because everyone has different stories to tell but to tell you the truth, I did not find any meaning to their words.
I am from India; I live in Darjeeling a small town known as queen of hills. My village name is Navin Gram, Gandhi Road. A small and beautiful village filled with lovely people but as the night falls silence crawls here. Though I am not good at English but I want to share my experience with you all and here I write my experience in midnight. I will tell you the reason why later.
My cousin sister always told us about her experience, one day a well-known singer had died and after many days had gone by she heard a lady singing a song in midnight. She told us that the song was so frightening that she begged for mercy of god. She never told us how she sang and I know she never will.
My cousin brother told me about a person laughing in madness, he did not express much of his experience but he knows he never wants to experience again. Now let's move to my part of the story, it is short but it is true.
My village is filled with small households, and beside our village there is huge forest, I feel it is one of the most beautiful places to stay in Darjeeling. I am an artist, I love drawing pictures. One day I was drawing a picture of my girlfriend because I was deeply in love with her and I wanted to make a best picture as I can. So as I was working on it I did not know how quickly time passed. As I was drawing suddenly I heard a women cry so loud, so painfully outside my house that it made me shiver. Firstly, I thought it was human but again as I could hear it, I felt, "No it is not". I could not run nor sit, and unfortunately I remembered I had left my window open. I tried to close my window but I could not, I felt that she would enter from my window, I was worried. The voice was so intense and terrifying that it could have woken a dead man. I just can't explain how worst it was to listen. Whether the sound came from north or south, east or west I could not tell because it came from everywhere at once again, it was not a voice of a human, trust me. The more I tried to be angry the stronger the voice came to my ears. I use to hear dog's barking every night but that night everything was silent. As soon as my mother shouted everything got silent again, my mother scolded me for waking up late. I guess I was lucky. I looked at my watch it was 12pm, I gained my courage and looked outside, I did not find any one, and I think this lasted for 1 minute but it felt like an hour.
In the Morning I told my friend's and no one believed me but trust me it was true. People who don't believe in these paranormal activities I wish they were me facing that moment. As I had said earlier why I am writing this story at midnight, it is because I am not finding any work as every night I wake up until midnight with my voice recorder and camera on so I could capture it. And I think one day I will be able to share with the world my experience. I hope.
I guess writing my experience it is already 2pm. I should go to sleep now. Goodnight!