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Dogs and Spirits

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.

THE DEMONIC ANIMAL

To all those who read my Previous story – Demonic face on the wall, I would like to say that my story doesn’t end there.

That demon followed us to our new apartment.

The apartment we moved into was beautiful and spacious. My family and I were happy to get away from our old apartment. My dad always came home from work with a big smile on his face and almost every day he came home with a big bar of chocolate. My mom got an interview call from the school where my sisters and I were studying in, and within a week she got a job as an English Teacher. Now with my mom also earning, it has become easier for my dad. Before when my dad was the only bread earner in the family, it was kind of tough for him to feed all of us. I mean it’s not that we were poor but at that time my dad could afford to take us to a restaurant only once in a month, and at times when my sisters or I fall sick then it was tough for my dad to use the money for any entertainment purposes.

Sorry, I never mentioned this before, but I am a Christian (Roman Catholic). The reason why I never mentioned this to you was that at that time my family and I never used to pray much. We believed in God, but we used to pray rarely. But this time we needed him by our side at all times.

My new apartment had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge kitchen and dining room and a huge living room. My parents had the master bedroom for themselves, and my sisters and I used the other bedroom. There were three beds for each of us. All the three beds were attached, and on one side of the room, we had an altar with the picture of Jesus and the Virgin Mary and a small lamp with a small cross inside emitting an orange light. It gives out a little light but enough to distinguish the big cupboards from the small drawers. Even with the altar in our apartment, me and my family still prayed rarely. Right at the foot of our beds, there is a small portable clothes holder. I don’t know what you call it, but it’s something that everyone uses to dry their clothes if they don’t have a place to hang wet clothes outside. People use this mostly in apartments.

Everything seems to go well, but one day my dad came home angry. He didn’t want to talk to anybody, and he didn’t have his dinner, he just went directly to bed. The next day my mom asked the reason for him to be so angry. And my dad said he doesn’t know why. My mom was the first to realize that whatever has happened to us at the old apartment was going on again. My sisters and I started to fall sick again. My dad lost his job, and that made it worst. Things began to go upside down again. My mom was the one who became more depressed. She was the only one in the whole family who doesn’t seem to be affected by sickness or any other horrible feelings. But she understood that something was not right. And that’s where again my sisters and I found out the reason.

It was bed time. My parents went to bed. My sisters as usual and I were talking stories. The light was off, and only the small lamp with the cross inside was lit. At about 1 am we were still wide awake. That night was so different from other nights. This is the first time my sisters and I couldn’t sleep. And for no reason we became scared. I don’t know why. At about 1:15 am the small lamp with the cross inside suddenly went off. I have no words to say how my sisters and I felt that night.

The whole room was entirely black. In about 5 min we were able to adjust our eyes in the dark. And that is when we saw it. We froze. I want to scream. I can’t turn my head sideways; I can’t even move my body. I’m sure my sisters felt the same way. Something was jumping from the foot of our bed over the clothes holder and on to the other side. It was black. Even in the dark room and with a little light coming out of the window, we could still see that black thing. It looked more like a furry animal. It was just jumping from the foot of our bed and over the clothes holder and back again. If we see a person jump up and down with his hands high up in the air, you can tell the man is happy. That was the same way we could feel that thing was jumping out of joy. For about 5 min we could see this creature jumping. And this suddenly it just vanished. We didn’t move at all from our beds. I wanted to run to my parent’s bedroom. For once in all my life I felt that being with them is the safest place I could be. But I couldn’t get up. My sisters and I fell asleep at last out of fear.

Next morning my mother came to our room to wake us up and saw all 3 of us are hugging each other in our sleep and we were completely covered with the blanket. My youngest sister was sweating so much that even with the a/c on. She was running a high temperature. My mother woke us up and saw that we were so pale and our eyes were so red. My sisters started to cry. We told her everything what happened during the night. My mother called my dad. He was freaked out after he heard what we said to him. My mom kept mumbling to herself. She kept saying,”It has followed us here. It has followed us here”.

My dad didn’t go to office that day. My mother, my sisters and I didn’t go to school. We were so scared to do anything. The room was so silent. My mother suddenly stood up and told us that there is one solution. PRAY. My mother took us all in front of the altar and that is when my parents noticed the lamp with the cross in it was not on. My dad tried to fix it but it wouldn’t work. We started to pray the rosary.

That night my sisters and I slept in my parents’ bedroom. For a week we prayed without fail. We began to pray every morning when we woke up, before having lunch, at 5 pm and night before going to bed we say the rosary. Suddenly a week later after the incident the lamp with the cross inside suddenly lit up. And my mother suddenly jumped up with joy and said we are all safe now. And yes we were. After that, everything came back to normal. My dad was happy with the way he was at first. We never felt sick again. We continued to pray always. It has been the same way, a happy family for the past 15 years now.

At times I used to think if all these problems we faced were because of that old apartment. I don’t know. But maybe if we would have prayed, our problems would have been solved when we were in our old apartment. I couldn’t say. All I know is that my family is saved because we allowed God to be close to us. We never saw anything horrible again for the past 15 years. And I’m glad about the way things are now. We’re so happy.

Demonic face on the wall

I don’t remember how old I was but I think I was in the 4rd grade. So I guess I was really young at that time. The story I’m about to tell you is real and the only one who were able to witness this were my two little sisters.

The apartment me and my family were staying was about 25 to 30 years old. It was on the 5th floor. That was our first apartment. There was always something odd about that apartment. Most of the time my dad and mom used to get angry for no reasons at all and me and my little sisters used to fall ill most of the days.

Here is one incident that happened to my mom when I, my dad and my sisters went to meet some relations of ours because my granddad passed away recently.  My mom stayed back for she said she wasn’t feeling well. After the visit my dad drove us back to the apartment and when we climbed up the stairs to out apartment, I saw my mom standing outside the main door and trembling. My dad asked her what happened and she said she had a feeling that dad (granddad) was inside our apartment. My dad’s first words were, “What rubbish”. When he opened the main door I admit I did see the reaction on my dad’s face. He turned white. I didn’t realize this at first but it suddenly occurred to me that I can get some bad smell coming out of my apartment. It was the very same stinky smell of my granddad. My granddad was always smelly. But this smell was not mistakable. It was him and he was in my apartment. My parents were a bit freaked out but within a week we completely let that memory out of our heads.

Now here is the worst part of my nightmare. Few months later I was returning home from school. While I was climbing the stairs I can get the smell of something burning. The smell was so strong that it was hard for me to breathe properly. Each step I took towards my apartment the smell grew stronger and stronger.  As I reached the main door I realized the smell was coming from there.  My dad opened the door for me and I could see him covered with ash.  My two little sisters came running to me and said that the AC blew up in flames.  I was excited and disappointed that I wasn’t there to witness the incident.   My sisters pulled me to the bedroom and that is when I noticed right under the AC there was a huge round black patch. My sisters were pouring out words on how my dad put out the fire. The reason how the fire occurred was because there was a short circuit and the wire blew out in flames. My dad said he will apply paint on the black patch as soon as possible. But he never did it. And that is when I realized that it wasn’t just me and my family staying in that apartment.  We had an uninvited guest staying with us and we never knew that.   I and my parents realized this only after my two little sisters who were sick at that time revealed that there was someone with us.

A Few days after the fire incident, my youngest sister fell ill with high temperature. My dad was at work and I, my mom and my two little sisters were at home. My little sister was on my mother’s lap in the bedroom where the fire broke out. I and my other sister were in the living room watching cartoons. For some reason I wanted to go to the bedroom. I don’t remember what I wanted to take from there but I remember going there and that is when I noticed my mother was scared and she was trying to calm my little sister down.  My sister was so scared.  She was looking at the place where the black patch was and she was crying and shivering violently.  I looked at what she was seeing and I didn’t at first noticed it properly but after staring at the black patch for a few seconds I realized what it was. It was not just a black patch. It was a face. It had eyes and a mouth. The mouth was wide open. It was like it was laughing out loudly. My other sister after hearing my little sister crying out loud she too came into the bedroom and froze. She too had noticed the face. But there was something else I couldn’t see that my two little sisters were seeing. From their point of view the face was moving and laughing like as if it was enjoying the way me and my family were suffering.

When my dad came back from work my mother told him what happened. He was totally freaked out after he stared at the black patch and noticed it was a hideous face. We had a small can of paint and my mother started painting over the face until not even the slightest part of it can be seen. It took some time for me and family to settle over this. My little sisters were affected the most.  They started seeing nightmares.

Within a month we shifted to a new and better place. I noticed a lot of difference in my family. My dad and mom where always laughing and playing with us whenever they had free time. I and my sisters never used to fall sick like the way we used to before.  Everything was going on great for us.

Months later we got news from friends who were our neighbors at our previous apartment where we used to stay before.  They said after we left the whole apartment was repainted. A new family moved in. Our neighbors said that they were a joyful and happy family. But within four months that family was devastated. The husband started to shout every time for no reasons. Their kids started to fall sick every time just like the way it happened to me and my family.  That couple got divorced a few days later and they left the apartment.

After that another family took the apartment. And a month later while they were on a vacation, fire broke out and the whole apartment was burned down. We later got the news that the fire broke out from the same area where the black patch was.

While I entered college and my sisters were in the high school, I remembered this incident and I asked them about this. They grew nervous and said they remembered it well. They both said the hideous face was laughing out loud. They said they could hear a man laughing. I remember I couldn’t hear the face laughing but all I know was there was a face there. I started going through the net to see if anybody else as witnessed such an incident.  Many stories I have read are all different and new. So I thought of putting this incident on the net in case somebody else has faced the same situation.