It was the year 2011. I purchased a brand new mobile phone from Showroom. I was very happy to buy it and I brought it home. My mother was also very happy to see it. But, from that very night, I started having horrible nightmares. From the very next day, I feared even to look at that mobile or even touch it. My senses told me that something was very evil in that mobile.
It started operating on its own and send messages to unknown numbers. I was so scared and confused. One day, I took it out and threw it in garbage van. The next morning, I found it on my bed, beside my pillow. I can not explain how much shocked I was in.
I could see a strange dark shadow in our house from the day I purchased the mobile. It feared me all the more. That mobile could read my mind and my thoughts. I did not know what to do with it. Things in my house suddenly went missing and again found after many days. Strange incidents started happening. I could hear whispering sounds when no one is in the house. One morning I found mud stained footprints in hall. Another morning, I found all utensils in kitchen thrown on floor. Another morning, I found my hair burnt and scratches all over my body. Another morning, I found our drainage pipe badly damaged and our house flooded with water. And many such weird occurances continued each day.
My Mother who was fit and fine earlier, suddenly became very ill and was diagnosed with cancer and ultimately she died a very tragic death, after suffering extremely. That mobile ruined my happy life. My mother was everything for me. She was the only person who understood me perfectly, and now I have lost her forever.
That mobile was controlling my brain and my actions. It was harming me. I wanted to do something, but in reality, I did something else. That phone drove me almost half mad and violent.
Finally, our family priest came and told that some demonic power was attached to that mobile and I should get rid of it, immediately.
I went and threw it in the Holy Ganga River and since then I have not seen it again...
Now, everything is normal. The priest did puja in our house and blessed it. I wish I did this earlier, then perhaps, I could have saved my mother... I miss her very much always...