I have drawn a certain fascination for your website as it facilitates a medium for people to pen down their horror stories. I am new here and thus it is my first story.
My wedding preparations were in full swing. I, being a bubbly girl and all of 24, was quite upbeat about my future. I was to get married in November 2008. I was in Hyderabad with my cousin brother and his family when my parents summoned me to Jammu in late August. It is pertinent to mention that it was during this time that Amarnath agitation had taken the city by stride and seize. The protests had taken a violent turn and Army had taken over. My parents thought it is best for me to cut short my trip and return home lest I might get stranded and be unable to attend my own wedding!
I obliged and one fine day reached home in early September. Since we are a nuclear family and my brother was studying engineering in Pune, my parents and me would sleep in the same room. So this particular night we retired to bed after dinner and a usual chit chat session. I sleep towards the open end of the bed and my mother was sleeping besides me.
Not too long after, I began to feel quite uncomfortable. All of a sudden my body became heavy and it was like my physical self was captured! Since I woke up in the middle of the night, which created commotion, my parents too got up and switched on the tube light only to find me sitting upright and turning my neck here and there. My mother looked worried and she was constantly calling out my name and asking me what happened?
I could hear her but was unable to respond. My father was standing behind me when I turned my neck towards him and said, "I am not Sakie (named changed) I am Rahul." My parents were shell shocked! They looked blank when that boy in me again spoke up (in my mother tongue). "I am Rahul and I was sent here from the crematorium to harm you. But since you all seem genuinely nice people I will not harm you. I was sent here by her aunt (he named her, yes!) so that I can ruin your daughter's future. I want mukti, I beg of you I want mukti."
In the meanwhile my father went in the adjacent pooja room to fetch the holy book of hanuman chalisa and both of them started reciting it with utter faith, all the while crying in pain to see me in a horrible condition. This continued for a few minutes and then I beckoned them to take me to the washroom. I was unable to control myself so both of them accompanied me.
However, we had to cross the pooja room and the lobby to reach there. Sadly, I was pretty much conscious all though out and was aware of what was happening. As soon as I reached the washroom, the entity's grip on me waned and I felt released. But my entire body, especially my neck, was in grave pain.
The three of us thereafter started howling. They took me back to the bedroom where we started to ponder over what we had just experienced! We felt cheated and at the same time grateful to God. We are a deeply religious family and believe in the power of the Almighty.
The next morning my parents took me to the concerned person who confirmed our suspicion and I went through ghastly procedures to release the trapped soul. Until we were done I used to see a black shadow following me everywhere especially the washroom. And yes, you guessed it right. I did in fact, suffer physically, mentally and emotionally all through the procedure but luckily for me, the good soul didn't wish to stay behind and was gone soon and for good. I never experienced anything of that sort ever after!
Better see a Psychiatrist.