It's been long since I have posted anything.
I am posting this since last week I had to fly down from Qatar where I am living & working to my home state of Kerala in India to complete the process related to papers related to my house.
I flew down on last Wednesday (1st March 2017) night. Instead of staying at my dad's house (he is staying in a separate house with his wife, who is my stepmom) I stayed at my own house.
I haven't actually stayed long in my house since 2000. Most of the time, my house was given out on rent and for a good portion since 2012 end, it has been lying vacant.
Prior to flying out, I had informed my dad to clean the room in which I used to stay as a teenager and he had got it done.
I had reached my hometown early morning on Thursday. I had deposited my luggage in my room in the house, went to my dad's house, had breakfast and left to the Panchayat office (Panchayat is the local village government) to finish the process.
After getting the work down, I went to my uncle's house and met my cousin Ranjan, who was waiting for his call back to work on the oil rigs in UAE. We decided that we will get together with our friend Jojo whose house is close to my house (who also had come on vacation from Chandigarh) at night in my house and have a few drinks/food and spend the night there.
I had to visit many relatives, do some shopping for medicines (costly in Qatar, but cheap in India).
We settled down at around 10. 00 PM having our food and drinks. Since we were meeting each other after quite a long time, we spent long time chatting, drinking and cracking jokes.
Sometime after midnight, we heard the loud noise of heavy wind blowing. Since it was not the season for rains, we went to the portico and found the weather quite pleasant.
Surprised and puzzled, thinking that it was just a sudden heavy wind, we went back to my room and continued.
Jojo had to go to the toilet and while he was gone, we heard the large noise of the wind again, louder.
We saw Jojo rush into my room, scared saying that the large noise is coming from the master bed room.
We three went close to the master bed room which was locked (all rooms & kitchen were locked, except for my room & the toilets).
We could head the loud noise coming from inside the room, like a whirl wind. The room was empty of all furniture. We could hear the loud noise of a whirlwind inside it and some other unearthly sounds also. We could hear the windows rattling and the locked doors straining against something inside.
I was so damn scared. Having some experiences in the past in this very house, we decided to leave that moment. I went to my dad's house and woke him up, for which he was quite angry at me. But when I explained what we experienced, he cooled down and I slept at my dad's house.
I flew back to Qatar, the very next night (Friday 3rd March 2017).
Now, 3 days later, here, putting it to words.
Thinking back, I now know something that could be the cause of that entire disturbance.
Back in the early 90s, when I was a teenager, there was this neighbor who was so jealous of my family (just because we were quite well off, while she considered herself poor compared to us). She used to do & get done a lot of black magic against us. She used to throw eggs with strange markings inside our plot (in fact we caught her doing so and had a big fight with her family about it). She had in fact went to some black magic practitioner and got some curse put on our family. She herself admitted it when she was screeching at my stepmom during a fight.
I don't know whether it was just coincidence, a lot bad things were happening to us - accidents, illness, job related issues etc. Forced my step mom to think that it was all due to the black magic done by our neighbor.
She had forced my dad to bring in Christian priests, Hindu priests and Muslim practitioner of magic to try remove the course (not together, but at different times thinking the earlier one's attempt was a failure). The Christian Priest did a blessing on the plot and the house.
But the Hindu priest did some sort of a pooja/ homa and chanted lots of mantras an ll. The Muslim priest also chanted lot of stuff and put a copper plate with markings inside the fire pit which was made on the floor of the master bed room.
Other than the discomfort of my dad, stepmom and my baby step sister to sleep in the 2nd bed room, there was no outcome of all the blessings, pooja and the burning of the copper plate at all.
I seriously don't know what was inside the master bed room, but it was sure not of this earth.
Since the last two years I had dropped all thoughts of religion from my mind, going back to my skeptic, indifferent way. But, Now, I am having doubts. I still demand proof/evidence for all occurrences. But this incident has me very disturbed!
I know that only a blessing was done by the priest. The next time I go, I am planning to get my house & plot exorcised.
It gives me shivers now!