Though I haven't lived as long to have experiences of myself, the generations before me have passed down some wild tales to me. Most have taken place in villages, countrysides and Mymensingh District specifically.
This one has been told to me by my maternal Grandmother, about my late Grandfather.
Grandpa was one of the most successful of his eight siblings, he was the pride of the family. He died of dementia a few years ago, and we all miss him. I remember I didn't even get to say goodbye, he barely remembered me near the end.
This story was when he was a student, studying in a good college. The problem was it was quite far from where he lived, his village. His hometown.
So every morning he would wake up at around 5-6am and walk. He would walk all the way to his college, finish his classes, stay around the area and by the time he would be back it would be far too late into the night.
Grandpa would walk home all alone, in the dark, in the lonely rural area that was where he lived in Mymensingh at the time.
The area he lived in, during this time of modern and advancement, isn't really much more than an urban settlement. The buildings barely go over six floors. Some of the roads are barely constructed. It's small, tight knit, claustrophobic.
You can imagine what it was like roughly four or more decades ago.
And every night, silently by his side would a small stray dog follow him.
Every night.
And the moment he reached the gate of the village, he'd turn around and the dog would be nowhere to be seen.
The nights Grandpa's dad would come to pick him up, the dog wasn't there.
In the mornings, the dog wasn't there.
He asked around, locals couldn't recall ever seeing a dog that behaved, or looked, like his provided description. They probably wouldn't anyway, Bangladesh was full of stray dogs.
The dog only appeared under one condition. Whenever my Grandpa was walking home alone, on a dark night.
In my culture, and my religion, we believe in Jinns. They're said to be creatures invisible to the human eye who behave like humans. So there's good and bad Jinn too.
They're like ghosts, basically. Except we believe ghosts are souls of the dead.
But these guys? They live like humans. They probably are born and die too.
They can take forms of animals too.
Was this a protector for my Grandpa? A guardian, perhaps?
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I understand.
Since I'm new and all I probably wasn't aware of this. If it was written anywhere in the rules and I missed it, then I apologise.
Although I should add that this story is very precious to me. I never properly said goodbye to Grandpa, so it feels like closure.
Nonetheless, I probably should have used my common sense since it's impossible to give any real factual information, having not experienced this myself. I only really wanted more people to know of his experience, carrying out his legacy in a was.
Once again, I apologise. And I will certainly post more personal experiences from now on.