This incident happened with me around 5 years ago. During summer vacation I visited my native place Achara village which lies in the beautiful konkan region. Achara has an untouched and beautiful beach and the region is blessed with abundant of forest.
In our native house my grandfather's brother stays with his family which consists of his son, son's wife and their two children Anil and Bhushan. Bhushan is elder while Anil is of my age. I had visited my village with family during summer. We were chatting, playing in the house and courtyard. In The evening Me, Anil and two neighbouring friends used to take walk on the beach which was 5 minutes walking distance from our home and the path was covered with thick forest. The beach was very isolated and hardly a person could be seen on the beach.
One day Anil had some work so he had went to town and the neighboring friends were also not there. So I decided to go to beach alone. My uncle and parents told me to return home before dark. I was strolling on the beach and was enjoying the cool breeze and fresh air which could rarely be enjoyed in Mumbai. It was already dark by then and I decided to leave the beach. I was in a hurry as I was warned to come home before dark and I was alone on the beach.
But after I left the beach and entered the narrow path towards home. I heard a sound of a man crying from behind. He was crying as if he was in a lot of pain. It seemed that the man was pleading to someone and the language used by him was not heard by me earlier. But from the tone of language I thought he was speaking urdu. I was freezed by hearing all this sounds and had started to sweat profusely. Gathering all my courage I slowly started to turn back and what I say was very shocking.
It was a pathan with long beard and cap. He was crying and pleading by folding his hands. He was badly injured and blood was oozing out of his face, hands etc. It was dark but I could see him clearly. Without wasting a second I just ran towards home as fast as I could. After reaching home I sat down in one corner of the room shivering. All came running towards me and but I could not utter a word. My mother checked my temperature and it was showing 102 on thermometer. All were constantly telling me to speak what happened but I was unable to utter a word. My mother gave me some tablets and asked me to lie down comfortably. I couldn't sleep that night and next morning I narrated a whole incident to them. All of them looked puzzled and said that I must have seen a dream but I was sure that it was not a dream.
Next day an elderly man from village fondly known as 'Bhau kaka' had came to meet my uncle. When my uncle narrated the incident to him he promptly said that it must be a ghost of a pathan trader who was killed by the villagers. He said that around 100 years ago a group of pathan traders had came to the village for trading but the traders were very lecherous and would always try to molest village women. Fed up of this all the men in the village gathered and went after them with sticks in hand. When the pathans saw the villagers approaching all of them ran away in the thick forest but one of them came into the hands of the villagers and was beaten badly after which he died on the spot. Bhau kaka told that this was told to him by his father and said that on that spot only near the beach pathan was killed and it must be a ghost of pathan.
I was again shocked hearing all this by now I had only heard of paranormal experience but that day I had experienced it. Whenever I think about that encounter I have shivers down the spine.