This is my child hood incident and occurred about 30 years ago;when I was about 12 years old. I was born and raised in Mumbai and had shifted to a small town in rural Maharashtra, the same year due to father's change of job. We rented a small first floor apartment in a very beautiful bungalow located at the outskirts of the town. I was super excited at the prospect of lots of open spaces and beautiful surroundings and quickly made many new friends in the neighborhood.
In our neighbourhood there was on old unfinished bungalow, which had been abandoned for many years. It was rumoured to be haunted and cursed. We children hardly paid any attention to any such useless things. The old bungalow had a common compound wall with our bungalow, which seemed to have been built as an afterthought (as other bungalows in the neighbourhood were not separated by a wall but only by some temporary fencing). We kids were fascinated by this compound wall and it was our favourite past time to climb the wall and walk its entire length. It seems to be quite a challenge due to dirt covering the wall and over grown trees and weeds surrounding it and we called it our adventure wall climbing game. I took part in this game very often and was thrilled at the adventure, however I never feared the climb or walk or had any odd feeling ever. However our parents prohibited us from playing this game and this made the game more interesting.
One winter evening our parents were busy with some meeting at our place when we decided to play this adventure wall climbing game, without fear of getting scolded. As we got engrossed in the game, gradually it was twilight. I was the last one to go and for some unknown reasons felt a bit scared. Although I climbed the wall, I was walking very slowly due to growing darkness. My friends kept teasing me all through out for being a chicken, which made me increase my speed.
Once, I reached the far end of the wall I felt as if someone, some unknown force was pushing me from other side, I lost balance and fell in the compound of the old bungalow. By this time I was really scared and hurt my knees, which sacred me more and I started crying at the top of voice. All my calls to my friends went unanswered I attempted to get up but it felt as if I was unable to get up and someone was pinning me to the ground. I lay in this state for few minutes and just prayed to God to send my mummy. Luckily after some time one of my friend's mother, come out of our bungalow and heard my crying or screams and rescued me from there.
She narrated the entire incidence to my parents, who seemed quite tense and luckily did not scold me. I had high fever after the incidence for about a week and was badly hurt. I don't recollect event thereafter, but it seemed like we visited some temples on our way back from doctor and my parents had special Pooja for me, which seemed to cure me.
We stayed at the place for another two-three months and in school break shifted to another place. None of my friend had courage to continue the adventure wall climbing game and all felt sorry for abandoning me on the fateful day. I on my part became vary of any adventures and fear heights until date.