Monthly Archives: July 2011
For those of you who have read my previous posts, ‘The Demonic Animal’ and ‘Demonic face on the wall,’ I have yet another story to share with you. I’m sure most of you must have heard that dogs have a 6th sense. In India, there is a saying that when you hear dogs howl in the middle of the night, it means spirits are roaming about. If you have watched Indian horror movies, you will notice that the main item that will make your spine tremble from top to bottom is the howling of dogs.
This incident happened to me recently, I would say a week. The place I’m staying right now is more like a men’s hostel. In each room, they are at least two to three people staying together. For some, they preferred to take a whole room for themselves. Like me for example, I rented a whole room for myself. That’s because of my previous experiences. My other roommates never respected me. They used to come late at night while I’m in a deep sleep or at times when their cell phone rang, they preferred to answer the call with me inside the room fast asleep rather than going outside and answering it. Those were the type of roommates I had. That’s the main reason why I chose to rent a room for myself rather than sharing it with someone else. It’s a bit expensive, but I have all the freedom I need. So I guess it’s worth it.
A month ago, this new person (Mr. X) took a whole room for himself. He was a very strange fellow. He never used to come out of his room; he had no friends, and nobody in the hostel knows a thing about him. The worst of all, not even his name. But in time, we all managed to keep him out of our heads. At times, I used to see some of the guys asking him if he would like to join us for an evening walk. He never accepted any of our invitations. He just shook his head and walked back into his room. We won’t see him for the whole day after that.
But a week ago, his whole life changed. Just last week at three in the morning, while the entire hostel was fast asleep, I heard the most horrifying scream. I jumped out of my bed with my heart in my mouth. I could only imagine this would be the way a human would scream if he encountered death face to face.
I didn’t come out of my room until I heard voices of other people outside the corridor. I slowly opened the door and saw people running. I came out slowly. Once I was outside, I could see people trying to break open the door where Mr. X was staying. I wasn’t even sure if it was him screaming. No one could recognize his voice. It sounded more like an animal howling.
At last, they managed to break open the door. We saw the strangest thing ever. Mr. X was lying on his bed. He had his hands covering his eyes and he was screaming like a mad man. Some of the guys went over to him and tried to talk some sense into him. I was standing outside his room watching all this happening. Mr.X kept repeating that he was going to die and that this man with red eyes is going to kill him with a knife. The people next to him tried their best to convince him that, nobody was going to kill him and he only had a nightmare. I noticed he was sweating so much. Someone sprinkled water on his face, and he slowly opened his eyes. He was breathing heavily, and he looked so pale that he looked more like a corpse that came out of a zombie movie. It took nearly 40 minutes for him to calm down. Some of the guys tried to change the subject. Some even said jokes. He slowly got his senses back.
A friend of mine who was staying in a separate room told him to join him for a small walk outside, just to get some fresh air. Surprisingly, he nodded his head and got up to go out. I too thought of accompanying them, not because I wanted to keep his mind at ease, but I too needed some fresh air. We three went out. The whole street looked like a ghost town. Not a soul outside. It was quiet except for the breeze and the leaves scraping against each other. The moon was so bright that night.
My friend was in the middle; I was walking on his left side, and Mr. X was walking on the right side. While we were walking down this particular lane, I had this bad feeling. It was more like fear. I had no idea for being scared for no reason. But I knew something was not right.
Suddenly out of nowhere, from the shadows, at least 6 to 8 dogs circled us. We all just froze. It took me some time to realize that these dogs were only looking at Mr.X and not us. My friend and I tried to shoo them away, but they would not even budge. We decided to move away slowly but the dogs would growl, and it looked like they would pounce on us any moment.
We three just stood there for like a minute, and suddenly all hell broke loose. The dogs started to bark furiously. It was like they would tear us all apart any second. But my friend and I noticed that the dogs weren’t barking at us but only at Rahul. And what’s worse, something didn’t look right with Rahul. We couldn’t see his eyes properly. We couldn’t see the iris, just the white part. We could see his teeth, and he was biting it down hard.
Now here’s the scary part. The dogs weren’t just barking at Mr.X only. They were barking at someone else standing at his right side. I turned around thinking there was someone behind us but the whole street was empty. At times few of the dogs would jump back like as if someone was trying to shoo them away. I was rooted to the road and trembling with fear. We stood there motionless for like a minute and then my friend suddenly turned around and ran for his life. Seeing him running away made me turn around and run. I never ran so hard in my life since I finished high school. My friend was running in front of me, and I was running right behind him.
We didn’t even stop to help Mr. X or turn back to see if the dogs were following us or if they were tearing him apart. We didn’t stop till we reached our rooms. I ran into my room, locked the door and put all the lights on in my room. I jumped onto my bed and covered myself with my sheet. I was trembling so much. In the distance, I could still hear the dogs barking.
For a whole 10 minutes, I was just staring at nothing and slowly fell asleep. At ten in the morning, I woke up and somehow managed to refresh myself and got ready for office. While I was walking down the corridor, I put my head closer to the door to see if I could hear him inside but nothing.
I just hoped he was ok. Felt guilty for leaving him there all to himself. But you couldn’t blame me. Just imagine, you see dogs surrounding a group of people and barking at only one. And what’s worse, barking at someone you couldn’t see but they could. Someone that made the dogs jump back, as if, someone was trying to hit them or shoo them away. The way Mr. X looked at that moment also freaked me out. I watch horror movies and the movies like Exorcist and Evil Dead did freak me out a lot. Mr. X looked like he was possessed. Forgive me if I’m saying it wrong. I just don’t know how to say it. That was the best way I could describe how everything looked.
I walked to the bus stand trying to get rid of the whole thought. My day at work didn’t go well. At night while returning to the hostel, I noticed Mr. X’s door was wide open. I didn’t want him to see me, so I started to walk fast. But as I crossed his room, I managed to have a quick glance inside. He was sitting on his bed crisscrossed and stared at the wall in front of him. I’m glad at least he made it back to his room. I never spoke to him again, and he was back in his world, stuck in his room with the door shut most of the time.
I believe these facts now. Dogs do see things that we humans can’t. They do have a sixth sense. They could see spirits.