The Ghost At Window

I am new at YGS and not a good story teller.

So please forgive any of my mistakes as English is not my first language.

The story is of hauntings that occurred with my sister let's call her Pooja.

It all started a few days ago, when a very weird series of incidents began in my house. It was just another night, peaceful and quiet, until it was shattered by a piercing scream.

It was my sister, screaming in the middle of the night. My mother, alarmed, rushed to her, calming her down and asking what had happened. My sister, still trembling, told us she had seen a boy standing outside her window.

We were all shocked. My sister's room is on the fifth floor, and there's no balcony. How could anyone be standing outside her window? It felt impossible, a waking nightmare.

Two days later, around 10 PM, it happened again. My sister came screaming for the same reason: the sight of a boy outside her window. That night, she couldn't bring herself to sleep alone, so she slept with my mom.

Now, my mom was truly concerned. She decided we needed to do a Havan on an auspicious day, which was two days away. It was our only hope, a spiritual cleansing to ward off whatever malevolent presence had invaded our home.

The day before the Havan, the terror escalated dramatically. My sister screamed again. This time, she wasn't just seeing the boy outside the window; she claimed he was standing beside her bed, pulling her blanket. My mom immediately ran to her room, but when she got there, she found nothing. Just an empty space where my sister said the boy had been.

As my mom turned to leave, something truly horrifying happened. She froze, her body rigid, and then she passed out. We called a doctor, who gave her medicine. When she finally came to, she told us what had happened. As she was turning, a completely dark shadow appeared directly in front of her. It passed through her body, vanished, and she lost consciousness. The fear in our house was palpable, growing with every new incident.

The next day, despite the recent horrors, the Havan was organized. We prayed it would bring an end to our nightmare. But what unfolded was the biggest terror I have ever seen.

About ten minutes into the Havan, the situation took a horrifying turn. Suddenly, my sister was no longer herself. A malevolent presence seemed to grip her. It entered my sister's body.

My sister immediately started shaking her head badly, violently. Pandit Ji, with a grim determination, quickly made a protective circle around her using sindoor, salt, and some powder. Then, he started to speak, addressing the entity directly. "Who are you? Why did you come on her? Leave that innocent girl!"

My sister began to speak, but it wasn't her voice. It was the deep, adult voice of a man. He kept repeating, "Isse lekar jaaunga! Isse lekar jaaunga!" (I will take her! I will take her!)

Pandit Ji then took some Ganga Jal and threw it on her. My sister, or rather the entity possessing her, immediately cried out in pain, saying, "Rook jaa, battata hu, battata hu, ganga jal mat chidak!" (Stop, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, don't sprinkle Ganga Jal!)

Under duress, the entity began to speak. He said his name was Rahul, and he had died in a road accident. But his soul, he claimed, had been captured by one of our own relatives. They had sent him to kill Pooja, my sister. He revealed they had done it by mixing some "toona" (black magic) into a ladoo and giving it to her.

Then, he started laughing, a chilling, triumphant sound, and again declared, "Tum mujhe nahi rok sakte! Isse lekar jaaunga!" (You cannot stop me! I will take her!)

Undeterred, Pandit Ji began chanting powerful mantras. My sister started crying, very, very badly, very, very loudly. The entity was clearly in immense pain.

Suddenly, my sister started vomiting. Pandit Ji quickly collected the vomit in a pot. It was blackish in colour and have very bad odour. He then covered the pot with a red cloth.

After a few minutes, the shaking stopped. The male voice was gone. My sister, slowly, got normal.

Since that terrifying Havan, everything has gone back to normal. The shadows are gone. The screams have stopped. The fear has lifted. It was the most horrific experience of our lives, but thankfully, it seems to be over.