I'm a 15-year old Indian girl living in Malaysia. This is the story of my very first experience with something supernatural. I believe that things we can't see, or in other words ghosts and spirits, do exist. I'm the kind of person who love watching horror movies and reading horror books, but later have to call my mom to accompany me to the bathroom. Half of the novels I own are horror books. No matter how much I enjoy reading them, I still get spooked by my own shadow.
And I love to listen to my friends' encounters with them.
So, one fine day, my friend, Kirth told me about "Sangilikaruppan" (a person who lived on earth and later worshipped by many. But I don't know what happened to him. I heard that they are given special powers to protect people, according to Hindu mythology). He probably had done many good deeds for his people (I mean, the people in his village, in India). He originates from India, of course but many Hindus I know pray to him (and I never understand why). I don't know much about him but I was telling my friend that why would people worship someone who is not God. She was saying that her family prayed to him.
Then, she told me that lately she had been smelling betel leaves and smoke in her room. He (sangilikaruppan) use to chew betel leaves and smoke when he was alive. Even to this day, people in villages offer these to him when praying.
I believe in God so I thought it was ridiculous to pray to someone who is not God. I did not want to offend anyone so I kept that thought to myself.
Later that night, I slept in late because I didn't have school the next day. I slept at 1am. I sleep with my mom. She'll sleep on the left side while I slept on the right side. I think I slept for about two hours then I woke up suddenly. I heard noises. It was like someone was shuffling plastic bags to get my attention. I tried my best to ignore those sounds and get back to sleep.
Whoever or whatever it was, I think it was annoyed because it didn't get my attention. Then, I started smelling smoke. I was terrified and sweating profusely. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to go back to sleep.
After about half a minute, I heard someone sighing very loudly. I thought it was my mom and didn't make a big deal out of it. All of a sudden, I felt someone poking my spine. Like really hard, with something blunt but cold. I froze. I was too scared to even wake my mom. And I still felt that thing. It was not moving. I picked up my courage and nudged my mom hard, a few times. The thing started moving then it was gone. I don't feel it anymore. My mom woke up and asked me what happened. I told her everything. She said it must be a bad dream and continued sleeping. I can't sleep that night. I was awake the whole night, under my comforter, sweating like hell.
The next day when I woke up, I felt a sharp pain where the thing poked me. But there were no scars or marks. After a few hours, the pain subsided. But I was still confused, what happened? What was that thing poking me last night. I never provoked anything ever in my life. About the "sangilikaruppan", I never insulted him. I just kept my thoughts to myself. Until to this day I am still confused what had happened that night.