This chilling incident happened in the year of 2014 when I was recruited as an accountant in a local institution in Gurgaon.
Delhi was a never a safe place for women, however my workplace felt a little secure due to the noticeable number of female employees.
It was an usual work day for me and my shift ended a little late. It was about 10:00 p.m.
I generally walk to my home and was heading down an one way lane beyond which laid my house. The lane had a cross road at it's beginning which usually becomes deserted before 10:00pm., while I was walking through the crossroad I noticed a hooded figure staring at me from the other end, I pretended not to notice it when suddenly I heard footsteps behind me.
I was not quite surprised since it was an evenly populated neighborhood until the footsteps continued to follow me for quite a while in the same direction towards my house. I quickly ran towards my house and locked the door. I didn't inform my parents believing that I was only over-thinking, but I was wrong this stalking continued for a week or so and whenever I used to turn around to check on him he just kind of vanished. I tried to end my shift early and even took a different route but he somehow figures it out. After a week or so all of this came to a halt, it was March 15, 2014 when I received a letter in my mailbox addressed as "your hubby", and then 20 letters each day insanely written about how he loves me and is going to kidnap me if I inform anyone about it. He threatened to kill my parents.
I was so terrified but showed it to my mom. My dad was furious and he called the police after investigating for a month it turned out to be my co-worker. He refused to surrender to the police and committed suicide by jumping off our office's building. It was a bloody scene but I was relieved after being confined inside my house for long.
Years passed since the incident I moved to a apartment in a suburb of Delhi, one night I was returning home late after clubbing with my friends. We were in my friends' car and I was looking out the window when I saw a hooded figure pitch black standing at the end of the cross walk with its head turned in my direction, I had almost forgotten about that stalking case, and believed it to be my hallucination. My friends were staying at my place for the night so we drove towards my apartment. We all freshened up when one my friends inside the living room started screaming.
We headed inside and she was completely pale gasping for breath saying that she saw a bloody man outside the window staring at her. It was impossible as I lived in the third floor and there was no way any sane person would climb up there reaching the window sill.
I opened the window to check whether anyone had fallen down but nope, nothing was found. My other friends took her inside the bedroom claiming she was drunk but when she described the figure of the man I was completely dumbstruck, it was my stalker. The rest of the night my terrified friend slept in the bedroom and I was sleeping on the couch with my other friend. It was unusually windy that night and I couldn't sleep after my friends description. At about 2:00 a.m. We heard a big noise in the kitchen of the cracking of glass utensils and kitchenware. We all woke up but the friend who was sleeping by me (Neha) got the guts to check in whereas I stayed behind to console my terrified friend who got even more terrified.
I went to get some water for her and felt the urge to look at the window to see my stalker staring at me with a deep wound on his head and blood dripping from every corner of his body. It was the most terrifying scene of my life. I screamed at the top of my lungs followed by my other friend rushing from downstairs. I froze at the scene and was shivering hard unable to utter a word.
To my surprise, my friend (Neha) looked equally horrified. Later that day, she told me that although she went to check inside all the utensils were neatly placed in their positions but the source of noise was from the kitchen only. I called my mother to pick me up and narrated everything I saw. I left the apartment and never returned there again.
Now I'm happily married and to this day I'm still afraid to stay anywhere alone.