First of all I am an Indian. Normally we Indians believe in more Gods, spirits, etc... It is not my experience, it is my grandfather's. We live in a state Andhra pradesh in India.
Coming to the story... My grandfather used to work in another village. He used to go and come on cycle. Sometimes it's used to become late night to come home.
One day my grandfather was going home on cycle late night. Our village is somewhat far from another village, so the way is full of trees with darkness. It looks scary but it was normal to my grandfather as he went many times late night on that way. While going he saw a lady in white saree asking lift but my grandfather not stopped. As he went some far, he saw her again. But this time she pushed my grandfather into thorns. My grandfather got up and went home with full blood and injuries. My grandmother asked my grandfather what happened, he explained her about everything. My grandma scared a lot. But she had courage but why she scared, I don't know. After that for two months he not got up from bed. So my grandma called someone (I don't know what they will call in English) who do puja. That man taken my grandfather to some place and did some puja. After that he became normal. I don't know how my grandfather felt that time because my grandfather died before I had born. Anybody had idea why she did like that? I am with curiosity to know about it. I had thrilled when my mom told me this story. It scared me.
Sorry for my weak English and grammar.
Thanks for reading.