Before I start my story, I would like to describe the background of story. One of my friend has her birthday on 8-February, so this year, she decided to keep the party at her farmhouse which is about 3Km from the city. We were 10 people who attended the party. The party was at 8pm. As the place was long and it wasn't safe for girls to go on bicycle at night and as we had also decided to spend our night there, we all had took Non-geared two wheeler bikes to her place. We had a great time.
At about 10pm, I received a call from my mom telling me that one of our relatives are home and I should come back home. I requested her that it's not that important and I won't come home. She told me that the relatives were going back early in the morning and wished to see me. She told me that it would be disrespectful for them.
With a heavy heart, frustrated and angry mood, I told everyone that I was going back home and won't be able to stay. Due to the ice-cream which was served at last, I got late and finally managed to leave the farmhouse at 10:30pm. I took my Scooty Pep+ and started my way back. The city is spread only for 1.5km. Next 0.5km is barren land and the last 1km i.e. Road to farmhouse is through thick forest on one side and barren land on other. I was too scared at first but soon began to enjoy the silence of cold pleasant night. There is a huge banyan tree in middle of forest beside the road. As soon as I passed it, I felt someone was sitting behind me.
Our Scooty is about 6 years old and whenever there are two persons riding, the engine starts making noise. I was terribly afraid to look behind as well as to stop the bike so I just continued praying that I reach home safe. And the worst thing happened, the engine went off... I was damn scared and couldn't do anything. With great courage, I looked back but no one was behind and the weight was also gone. It gave me some relief and I tried to start the engine. But the engine just won't start; I tried it for 5 minutes but to no avail. I didn't had my own mobile as I had forgot it at home and I started crying.
And a strange thing happened; someone touched me just in the same way when we try to make a baby stop crying. My hands were still on the starter and I felt a hand on my hand. And to my amazement, the bike started and I drove at almost 70kmph through that rough road. I didn't care what would happen to bike but I wanted to get away as soon as possible. I reached home at around 11:00 when I should have reached at 10:45.
Everyone was scared and father was angry on my mom because she had called me home at such time. When I entered the door, everyone was happy and scolded me for being late. I started crying when they asked me and told them each and every detail. My father on the next day went to police station to make some inquiry about that place but didn't get anything in records.
On the next day, I went back to that place with my other friend and narrated the whole experience to my friends who stayed in that farmhouse. The farmhouse keeper who is about 75 years old told us that the banyan tree is a very famous spot for suicides in pre-independence time but the officials deny it as there were not any suicides after independence. He also told us that there are many spirits wandering around that place and one should never go alone at night.
He told us that about 5 years ago, a newly wed couple (Child marriage, boy was 18 and girl was 16) went missing from that area but no complaint was filed as the parents would then have be sent to jail as child marriage is illegal.
My experience has left me confused, whether the spirit was good one or a bad one? What do you think?
Sorry if my narration is not that well-written, if you have any doubts please mention them in comments freely.