The last time I went to India was 27 years ago. It was a family holiday. My Mum, Dad and two brothers went on the trip. I have not been back since. You could call it my first paranormal experience.
Our holidays to India would be no less than 2-3weeks; we always went when we broke up for the 6 weeks holidays. So you can image how hot it was in the months of July and August.
Anyway, my first ever paranormal experience happened at in my grand-parents house in India (this is my mum's parents). My grand-parents lived in a small village then. My mum has a big family, 5 sisters and one brother and his wife.
This is a description of the house as I remember it. You go through the front door and to right is a little cubicle which was used as a bath. Straight a head of the front door is the first bedroom. To the left as you walk in to the house, are stairs which lead to balcony, when you walk in you turn left and under the stairs which lead to the balcony is the kitchen, or a section which was used to cook. Then an open area where everyone sits to chat and eat. Next to the kitchen is a door and windows on either side of the wall, you go through the door and you are in the lounge, a very big lounge with the TV, radio, chairs. Then you have three bedrooms to as you walk-in to the lounge and then another one to the right. (Apologies not very good as descriptions).
Whenever we went to India for a holiday there were always loads of family and friends who would turn up and the elders would talk until the early hours of the morning. It was great fun being allowed to stay up late.
Back to the story...
One evening as we all got ready for bed, my mum's sisters decided they wanted to pull the beds into the lounge and sleep there. That was agreed, so we pulled four beds into the lounge. I slept with my favorite aunt, the third youngest; love her to bits to this day.
The lights went out about 10:30pm.
I snuggled up to my aunt and we all feel asleep eventually after nattering away like girls do. I woke up during the night; I wanted to go to loo. The lights outside were on, they are always left on. So I got up very quietly so I would not wake any one up and made my way to the bathroom. I was just about to sit on the loo when I heard a brick move on the balcony. I looked up towards the balcony and saw nothing except darkness, what else was I going to see it was the middle of the night. Forget the loo I legged it back inside and jumped back into bed with aunt.
I managed to get back to sleep only to be woken by somebody trying to pull the blanket off of me. Now the strange thing is the person was standing on the side my aunt was sleeping on and pulling the blanket. I held on to the blanket but they pulled harder. I toppled over my aunt so I was on the same side as the person would be standing. (I would like to mention that the floors in those days were cement, so if anything was dragged across the floor it is a noise you would recognize almost immediately).
All was still for a while, don't know how long a while is, only to then hear this person dragging their feet to the other side of the bed, so again the side my aunt was now sleeping on and started pulling the blanket off of me again. I think I must have swapped sides with my aunt about 5-6 times before I eventually feel asleep. The weird part is my aunt did not stir once.
Something woke me up again and when I did wake up there is my aunt in a full lotus meditating, so I went back to sleep. I was again awoken and my aunt was lying next to me asleep, I lay next to filled with fear. I could hear feet dragging towards me. I put my head under the blanket and held the blankets really tight. Whoever it was, pulled the blanket off my head, punched me on the side of my head and then slapped me on my face! I screamed out and started to cry, it was only then my aunt and the rest of the household woke up. My aunt looked at my face as did everyone else, the slap mark on my left cheek was visible and my face very red, they asked me what happened. I can't remember if I told them there and then, but after I settling me down, and everyone else was back in their beds, I heard a person walk out of the door, dragging their feet.
That was my first experience. I have never been back to India since then, purely because of fear, but the strange thing is when I get asked about why I won't go, although I can tell this story, I always get a clear vision of a tree on it's own, it has almost a white body and full of leaves, only surrounding by grass a tree on it's own.
I don't know if I will ever step foot back in India as after that one incident I have had countless experiences