One very interesting experience of my Bhanja which I forgot to tell here.
He lives in Mahasamund, with my sister andy jeejaji. It's an 8 years old incident.
One night my jeejaji and my Bhanja went to neighbouring muhalla at jeejaji's brother's home, actually his brother had a serious fight with his wife. So the kids had called my jeejaji for mediation at 11pm. After the situation improved about 1:45 AM they were preparing to come back, at that time my sister called them and asked about the situation. My jeejaji said "bas nikal rahe hain" (just leaving). Then after call they departed and started their walk towards home. Jeejaji was ahead and my Bhanja was following him from some 4-5 feets.
Suddenly jeejaji felt that my Bhanja is not following him, he gradually turned back and saw that my Bhanja had just freezed and stopped walking and had pale face, he was looking at a black figure of a woman. My jeejaji saw that woman with his peripheral vision and didn't try to look at her, went back and hold Bhanja's hand and forcefully dragged him, jeejaji tried to walk between my Bhanja and that figure. Their home is situated some 500 feets from that point. They came back home. Bhanja was silently staring at room wall and was not talking to anyone. When my sister asked him "kya hua re ?" (What happened?) And tapped his shoulders, Bhanja started crying like a kid. He was 18 years that time. They didn't talk about that incident for 3 days. But my Bhanjis (2) who are younger were enjoying Bhanja's silence thinking that Jeejaji might have beaten him. After 3rd days my sister asked my jeeju, "kya hua tha ji Monty ko ?" (What had happened with Monty{Bhanja}?) Then jeejaji told her "are * ko dekh liya tha wo us raat, rasta rok di thi" (He saw * that night, and she blocked his way). Here * means a Muslim woman's name which I donot know. Then my sister said "wo to niklte hi rehti hai" (She usually appears).
Yesterday my Bhanji reminded this incident so I am narrating here. That woman was a Muslim who had died right at the day of her marriage by burning. And her ghost was notoriously famous for similar incidents. Moreover she knew my jeejaji very well and used to call him bhaiya. Her home is the only home in her muhalla which doesn't have concrete terrace, and has a Neem ka ped. No one lives in her house. No one succeeded in cutting that neem tree as of now because unusual horror events starts to occur if anyone tries to do so.
That home and tree are still there.
