Hinglish version
Experience (12)
Ye kissa abhi kuch hi din pehle ka hai aur isne mujhe andar tak hila kar rakh diya hai. Mera ghar ek floor par hai, yani niche se upar aane ke liye seedhiyan chadhni padti hain.
Us din main apne kamre mein thi, ghar mein sab kuch shaant tha. Achanak, hamare gate par zor se dastak hui—Khat! Khat! Khat! Khat! Poori char baar kisi ne darwaza khatkhataya. Aawaz itni saaf thi ki mujhe laga shayad padosi hain ya koi kaam wala aaya hai. Main turant uthi aur darwaze ki taraf gai.
Jaise hi maine gate khola, bahar ka nazaara dekh kar meri saansein tham gayin. Wahan koi nahi tha! Bilkul sannaata. Maine socha shayad koi mazaak karke niche bhag gaya hoga, isliye main turant balcony ki taraf gai aur niche gali mein jhaanka.
Lekin gali mein door-door tak koi nahi tha. Poori gali khali padi thi.
Sochiye, hamare floor se niche tak jaane mein waqt lagta hai, aur agar koi itni tezi se bhagta toh mujhe uske pairon ki aawaz sunayi deti ya wo gali mein dikh jata. Lekin wahan kuch nahi tha. Or ye experience mujhe do bar ho chuka hai....
Experience (13)
Mere ghar ke upar wale floor par padosi rehte hain, isliye shuru mein jab upar se aawaz aati thi, toh main use normal samajhti thi. Lekin dhire-dhire maine gaur kiya ki ye aawaz tab aati hai jab poori duniya so rahi hoti hai—theek raat ke 2 ya 3 baje.
Achanak upar se aisi aawaz aati hai jaise koi poora sofa set ya bhari lohe ki almari ek kone se dusre kone tak ghasit raha ho. Kabhi-kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise upar koi bhari pathar gira ho.
Mera dimaag mujhse kehta tha—"Nahi, upar toh padosi rehte hain, shayad unhone kuch hataya hoga." Lekin phir thande dimaag se socho toh... koi pagal hi hoga jo raat ke 3 baje, jab sab gehri neend mein hon, itna bhari furniture hilaayega ki niche waalon ki neend khul jaye. Aur agar wo aisa karte bhi, toh kya unhe khud shor mehsoos nahi hota?
Maine kai baar agle din unse baat karne ki koshish ki, lekin unka bartav itna normal hota hai jaise unhe kuch pata hi na ho. Aakhir wo kaun si shakti hai jo upar rehne waale logon ke beech apna hi ek alag kaam kar rahi hai? Kya wo sach mein koi insaan hai, ya phir wo floor ka koi aisa hissa hai jo humein darane ke liye wahi purani aawazein dohrata hai?
Vaise ye chiz kafi relatable h jo shayad aap me se bht sare logo ne experience ki hogi..
Experience (14)
Ye experience mere ek sapne se juda hai, lekin ye sapna kisi haqeeqat se kam nahi tha. Ye tab ki baat hai jab mere nana ji ki death ko kuch waqt beet chuka tha. Maine sapne mein dekha ki main apne nani ke ghar mein hoon.
Sab kuch itna asli lag raha tha ki mujhe zara bhi ehsaas nahi tha ki main so rahi hoon. Meri cousin didi bahar khadi mujhe bula rahi thi ki kahin chalna hai, lekin meri nazar kamre mein baithe nana ji par padi. Mere mann mein khayal aaya ki agar main unse mile bina chali gayi, toh unhe bura lagega. Maine didi se kaha, "Didi ruko, main nana ji se mil kar aati hoon."
Main kamre mein gayi, unke paas baithi aur lagbhag 5 minute tak unse baatein ki. Wo bilkul waise hi dikh rahe thhe jaise hamesha hote thhe or unhone mujhse bilkul is trh se baat ki jse vo hmesha krte the gudiya gudiya bolkr. Unse milne ke baad, main apni chhoti nani ke kamre mein gayi aur hairani se kaha, "Aap log toh keh rahe thhe ki nana ji ki death ho gayi hai, par dekhiye wo toh apne kamre mein baithe hain! Wo wapas aa gaye hain."
Meri baat sunkar chhoti nani ne ek aisi baat kahi jisne mere shareer mein ek thandak si dauda di. Unhone hairani se pucha, "Humne kab kaha ki wo wapas aaye hain? Wo toh kab ke ja chuke hain."
Main bhagti hui wapas us kamre mein gayi jahan abhi 2 minute pehle main baithi thi... lekin wahan koi nahi tha. Poora kamra khali tha. Us pal mujhe ehsaas hua ki jinse maine 5 minute tak baatein ki, wo nana ji nahi, balki unki aatma thi jo shayad aakhri baar mujhse milne aayi thi. Meri aankh khuli toh mera dil tezz dhadak raha tha , mai pasine me bhigi hui thi or mujhe heart pain bhi hua tha.
Ab sapne ke kuch waqt baad hi maine ek aur ajeeb cheez dekhi. Is baar main apne hi ghar mein thi. Raat ka waqt tha aur maine sapna dekha ki hamare ghar ke andar wale kamre mein Nana ji baithe hain. Wo bilkul saaf dikh rahe thhe aur mujhse kuch keh rahe thhe.
Unki aawaz itni asli thi ki meri neend khul gayi. Jaise hi meri aankh khuli, mujhe poora yakeen tha ki Nana ji abhi-abhi usi kamre mein baithe thhe. Main bina waqt gawaye bhagti hui andar wale kamre mein gayi.
Wahan koi nahi tha... lekin ek cheez dekh kar mere rongte khade ho gaye. Kamre ka ek-ek samaan, kursi ki halat aur wahan ki roshni bilkul waisi hi thi jaisi maine abhi-abhi sapne mein dekhi thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise bas mere wahan pahunchne se ek second pehle wo wahan se gayab ho gaye hon.
Wo sapna tha ya Nana ji ki aatma sach mein mujhse milne aayi thi? Kyunki sapne mein dekhi gayi jagah aur asli jagah mein ratti bhar ka bhi farq nahi tha.
Ye saare experience likhte waqt mujhe chills hote h or hath kaapte h kyuki mujhe vo incident yad ajate h. Sach toh ye hai ki jab bhi main ye baatein apni friends se share karti hoon, toh mere poore shareer mein goosebumps aa jate hain.
Ye koi fictional stories nhi hai balki ye sare mere real experience hai jo maine khud mehsoos kiye hai.
Kya apko bhi kabhi is tarike ke sapne aye hai....
English version
Experience (12): The Phantom Knock
This incident happened only a few days ago, and it has left me deeply unsettled. My house is on the first floor, meaning anyone who wants to reach our door must climb a flight of stairs.
I was in my room, and the house was unusually quiet. Suddenly, there was a loud, sharp knocking on our main gate—Khat! Khat! Khat! Khat! Four distinct knocks. It was so clear that I was certain a neighbor or a delivery person was at the door. I rushed to open it.
As I swung the door open, my breath hitched. There was no one. Just an empty, silent corridor. I thought someone might be playing a prank and running downstairs, so I dashed to the balcony to catch a glimpse of the street below. The street was deserted. To run from our door to the street in those few seconds without making a sound is humanly impossible. What's even more terrifying? This has happened to me twice now.
Experience (13): The Midnight Furniture Shifters
I live below another family, so I used to dismiss any overhead noises as normal. But then I started noticing a pattern. These sounds only occur between 2:00 AM and 3:00 AM, when the entire world is asleep.
Suddenly, I'll hear a sound like a heavy sofa set or a massive iron cupboard being dragged across the floor. Sometimes, it sounds like a heavy boulder has been dropped right above my head. My logical mind tried to tell me it was just the neighbors, but who in their right mind would rearrange heavy furniture at 3:00 AM every night?
When I see them the next day, they act completely normal, oblivious to the chaos. Is it a residual energy of the building repeating past actions, or something else entirely that lives in the silence between floors? Many of you reading this might find this relatable, as it's a phenomenon felt by many, yet explained by none.
Experience (14): The Visitation
This final experience is linked to a dream, but it felt more real than reality itself. Some time had passed since my Nana ji's death. In my dream, I was at my Nani's house. Everything was so vivid that I had no idea I was asleep.
I saw Nana ji sitting in his room. I told my cousin to wait, saying, "I can't leave without meeting Nana ji." I went inside and talked to him for five minutes. He looked exactly as he used to, calling me "Gudiya" just like he always did. After talking to him, I ran to my younger Nani and said, "You all said he was gone, but look! He's back in his room!"
She looked at me with a chilling sadness and asked, "Who said he's back? He left us a long time ago." I ran back to the room where I had just been sitting with him two minutes ago... it was empty. My heart started racing, I woke up drenched in sweat, feeling a sharp pain in my chest.
A few weeks later, it happened again, but in my own house. I dreamt Nana ji was sitting in our inner room, talking to me. His voice was so real that I jolted awake. I ran to that room immediately. No one was there, but my blood turned to ice when I saw the furniture, the chair, and the lighting—everything was exactly as I had seen it in my dream just a second ago. It felt as if he had vanished the very moment I stepped in.
Closing Note (Author's Note)
Writing these experiences gives me chills even now. My hands tremble as the memories resurface. These aren't fictional stories; these are the raw, unfiltered experiences of my life. Every time I share them, I feel those same goosebumps all over again.
Have you ever had a dream that felt like a visitation? Or heard sounds that logic couldn't explain? Perhaps we are never as alone as we think we are.