Hope all is well. This is a ghostly encounter that my Dad had long back in the late 80's. He had narrated this to me a few years ago. My Dad (RIP) was a TV technician and often returned home really late at night on his Yezdi Bike. The house that we stayed in was a few paces from the main road. So he had to park the bike take a left and then walk for a minute or two to reach our doorstep. If you just continue riding your bike on the road without stopping, there was a railway line which went into the salt pans a couple of miles ahead. Trains ran on the tracks so any other vehicles had to stop until the train left. After riding over the tracks there was a left and a right turn that one could take. However, right in front of the railway crossing was a cremation ground. And in most places around the late 80s as you would imagine population was sparse, people went to sleep early. And around 11pm, the streets were deserted.
One such cold night, well after midnight, my dad was returning home on his bike, when he saw a young Indian girl in a bridal red saree with her hair open and flowing asking for a ride somewhere. My dad found it weird but he had an itch to help people going out of the way mostly. So he stopped. The girl asked him if he could drop her a little ahead. Dad okayed and she hopped on. Dad tried to make small conversation but she didn't sound in the mood of talking only speaking directions where she wanted to go. A while later, dad realized that she was guiding him along our home itself. They arrived at the railway crossing where the barricades were on with a red signal because a train was arriving. The lady here gets off the bike and tells my dad that its ok, she will walk further ahead because her home is just across the tracks. So, my father agrees, puts his bike on its stand and says he will just wait here until she steps in her house since its late. So he puts his bike on the stand. Lights a cigarette and waits for the train to pass so the lady could cross. The train arrives and the lady walks right through the train into the cremation ground while my Dad is shocked and frozen to his ground. As he can see her frame dissipating in the silhouette caused by the lights in the passing train and as the train passes she enters the cremation place and disappears. Scared out of his wits, he throws the cigarette, takes a u turn, parks his bike at his normal place and runs home terrified. He didn't say anything at home that night but when I heard about this years later, I wondered what this could have been. No harm was done to my dad, but he did experience the horrifying scene.
This place that we lived in had a reputation for spirits and ghosts. Will post some other stories about here later. Till then, ✌️ and Look after yourself people.