Hinglish version
Experience (21)
Nani ka ghar hamesha se memories aur stories ka center raha hai, par kuch yaadein aisi hoti hain jinhe yaad karke aaj bhi ronte khade ho jate hain. Ye baat tab ki hai jab main, meri mami aur unki beti jo us waqt mushkil se 10 saal ki thi. Hm hall mein baithe hue the.
Us hall ki ceiling par kabhi ek bahut bada jhoomar (Chandelier) laga hua tha. Lekin us waqt use hata diya gaya tha, jiski wajah se chhat ke beech-o-beech ek gehra gol chhed jaisa nishan reh gaya tha. Wo hissa aisa lagta tha jaise chhat ke beech mein koi kala shoony (void) ho jo humein ghoor raha hai.
Achanak kamre ka mahaul ekdum bhari ho gaya. Meri chhoti behen, jo ab tak khel rahi thi, achanak shant ho gayi. Uska chehra darr ke maare ekdum peela pad gaya aur uski nazrein chhat ke us khali hisse par jam gayi thin.
Mummy... dekho wahan," usne bahut hi dhimi aur kaanpti awaz mein kaha.
Mami ne upar dekha, par mujhe sirf concrete ka wo khali hissa dikh raha tha. Maine socha shayad wo mazak kar rahi hai, par wo buri tarah kaanp rahi thi. Usne rote hue kaha— "Didi, wahan ek haath hai! Dekho, wo kale rang ka haath diwar ke andar se bahar nikal raha hai!"
Usne bataya ki wo haath ekdum koyle jaisa kala tha. Wo us chhat ke chhed se dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha. Par sabse khaufnak baat toh ab usne batayi... usne kaha, "Didi, wo haath mujhe apni taraf bula raha hai... dekho, wo mujhe upar aane ka ishara kar raha hai!" Ye kehte hue vo dar se Rone lagi thi.
Us chhoti bachi ki aankhon mein jo khauf tha, wo rooh kanpa dene wala tha. Meri mami ne turant situation ko samjha aur use wahan se hatakar dusre room mein sone ke liye bhej diya. Aaj bhi jab main us khali chhat ko dekhti hoon, toh mujhe wahi kala haath yaad aa jata hai.
English version
Experience (21): The Beckoning Shadow from the Ceiling
My Nani's house has always been the heart of our family memories, but some of those memories are so chilling that they still give me goosebumps. This incident took place when I was in the hall with my Mami (aunt) and her daughter, who was barely 10 years old at the time.
In the center of that hall's ceiling, there used to be a massive chandelier. It had been removed, leaving behind a deep, circular void—a dark hole in the concrete that looked like a hollow eye staring down at us.
Suddenly, the air in the room felt heavy. My little sister, who was playing a moment ago, went deathly silent. Her face turned pale, and her eyes were fixed on that empty spot on the ceiling.
"Mummy... look there," she whispered in a trembling voice.
Mami looked up, but like me, she could only see the empty concrete. We thought she was just playing a prank, but she started shaking uncontrollably. Bursting into tears, she cried, "Didi, there's a hand! Look, a pitch-black hand is coming out of the wall!"
She described it as a hand as black as coal, slowly emerging from the hole in the ceiling. But the most terrifying part was what she said next. Through her sobs, she whispered, "Didi, that hand is calling me... look, it's gesturing for me to come up!"
The sheer terror in that little girl's eyes was soul-shaking. Mami immediately sensed the gravity of the situation and took her to another room to sleep. To this day, whenever I look at that empty spot on the ceiling, I can't help but remember that mysterious black hand.
[Hinglish Version]
Experience (22)
Ye kissa meri chhoti behen ka hai, jo abhi sirf 6 saal ki hai. Kehte hain ki bacchon ki sense bahut sharp hoti hai aur wo aisi cheezein dekh lete hain jo hum bade nahi dekh paate.
Ek raat wo gehri neend mein thi aur usne ek bahut hi bhayanak sapna dekha. Usne sapne mein dekha ki wo usi bed par so rahi hai jis par wo hamesha soti hai, lekin bed ke niche kuch ajeeb hai. Jab usne sapne mein hi bed ke niche jhaank kar dekha, toh wahan ek kata hua hath (severed hand) pada tha. Wo haath dekhne mein ekdum kisi dead body jaisa lag raha tha—neela aur bejaan.
Wo darr ke maare sapne mein hi rone lagi. Lekin sabse scary part tab hua jab uski neend khuli. Jaise hi usne apni aankhein kholi, wo hosh mein thi par uska darr khatam nahi hua tha. Usne jaise hi wahi bed dekha jis par wo so rahi thi, use wahi sapna yaad aa gaya aur use aisa feel hone laga jaise wo 'dead body ka haath' abhi bhi wahi niche hai.
Wo itni zyada darr gayi thi ki usne us bed par sone se mana kar diya. Uski aankhon mein wo khauf saaf dikh raha tha, jaise usne sapne mein sirf koi dravni cheez nahi dekhi thi, balki kisi buri shakti ka ehsas kiya tha.
[English Version]
Experience (22)
This experience involves my younger sister, who is only 6 years old. They say children are more sensitive to the supernatural, and sometimes they see things we adults completely miss.
One night, she was fast asleep and had a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself lying on her usual bed, but something felt wrong. When she gathered the courage to look underneath the bed in her dream, she saw a severed hand lying there. It looked exactly like a piece of a dead body—pale, blue, and lifeless.
She started crying in her sleep out of sheer terror. But the scariest part happened when she woke up. The moment she opened her eyes, the boundary between the dream and reality seemed to blur. As soon as she looked at the very bed she was lying on, she was paralyzed with fear. She felt an overwhelming sense that the 'dead body's hand' from her dream was still lurking right beneath her in reality.
She was so traumatized that she refused to sleep on that bed for a long time. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable; it wasn't just a simple nightmare, but a chilling encounter that stayed with her even after she woke up.