I am going to write about the horrible experiences that I had about 5 times in my life. The story started in India during the second year of my degree studies. I was staying in the college hostel which was far away from my home. I heard my friends saying that our seniors played Ouija board in this room a year before, but I never thought I would have such a horrible experience. It was in 2006, I do not remember the month. I was awake and I felt somebody pressing hard on my chest. I tried to move but I could not. After a while I was released. I was in a complete shock. I looked the time in my mobile and it was 3 am. I ran to my friend's bed and slept there. I told my friends but nobody believed me. Then for another 2 years it doesn't occur, so I almost forgot about it. Again it occurred in 2008 June when I was sleeping in my own house with my aunt and another time in 2009. From that time I understood this is something real, that somebody haunts me. After that I used to keep a rosary under my pillow before I sleep. Then this haunting did not occur for awhile. But in 2011 April it occurred once when I was in NZ. That day I forgot to put rosary under the pillow. That was the last time I experienced it. I was so horrified that the ghost followed me from India until New Zealand. Every time I have the same experience: that someone is pressing my chest hard and it is happening around 3 am. I used to walk in the early mornings to my work when I lived in Hamilton a year ago by holding rosary and torch in my hand. So I did not had any horrible experience on the way even though it was dark. Now I am living with my husband in Mangere from the last 6 months. Still I am frightened before going to bed thinking it may happen to me again.

This is Venki from India and what we call them ghost or sprits whatever a paranormal thing is real. These are not fake entities but there world is different than us which we can't see so we are not supposed to understand. I am not a Psychologist not even any ability person who can see them or feel them. I am 23 and have seen this spirits two times in my life. These are 100% true incidents believe me. Now coming to story- Please read it carefully and understand.
1 Story: Nightmare on my friend street.
When I was in 4th class. I went to my friend house to take a notes of English in which we have to complete homework. I gave my notes in morning in a school to him but forget to take it back. In night I realized I should complete my home work otherwise my nightmare teacher will kill me. So I went to his house for notes and I am bit lucky that I have got 1 experience with ghost. Actually I and my bro both went over there and we stand in front of his house and start calling him. But stupid house main door was closed and time is near 10 PM. We are start calling him again and we saw straight that one person is coming towards us from that road end. Actually that area was underdeveloped. We can clearly see and differentiate that this is something different than normal person and we realized one dog is standing beside us and continuously start screaming. My bro told me to wait don't run let that object to come towards us. And we stand there and allow it to come near us. Then it came at the distance of 15 ft below street light and clearly we can see that it's not a human being it's a paranormal thing. It's actually a women looking thing but she don't have face, just a black spot on face and in white dress. We both ran towards our house and as we opened the gate we heard some voice in very high volume (A Girl Screaming Voice). But only we heard nobody else and we told this happening to our parents but they did not give much stress on this incident. We also forgot that incident but someday before we were watching a horror movie in home then after movie we had a small discussion on this topic then suddenly I remembered we saw sprit in my childhood and I told that story again to my parents and my bro also continue it and told them about that girl scream also then I realized what I remembered and what we saw is a real sprit.
2 Story: A Stranger.
This is the story three years back. Me and my mom went to my native a small village in Anadra Pradesh near vijaynagaram. Two hours journey from Vijaynagaram. We have completed our tour and we got a train in night 12. 00 am on some date did not remember exactly. So we thought night 12. 00 means come in another day but my father told me on phone it's on other day night but we thought train will come this night. Nobody is 100% confirmed and railway authority is also not responding properly and railway timetable changed in that month only so we thought why should we take risk and we went to railway station. But later we come to know that train will arrive on next day night. Then we decide to stay there until morning but back to our native but its 12. 30 near about and not getting any buses not even auto nothing. Suddenly one auto came near us and ask us were you need to go and we started planning to move to our home or hotel and finally decided to move to home. We asked him to take our native place and he agrees because in night it will not take more than hour as there will be no traffic. But he agrees for double rate. And we also agree to go our home than spend on any room for 7-8 hours. Here the real story began Me, my mom and my uncle in auto back seat and driver along with his friend in driver seat. We were started discussing about railways fault and other stuff. And after 1/2 hour we were on straight road were no light, no village nothing. We are moving near about 40kmph and we saw one person is standing on the road moving his hand up and down. I said the driver to stop auto and carry him also. Driver start reducing auto speed and when we reached nearer to him we saw that he is not a human being some unnatural thing looking like a man but something other than human world, which is difficult to explain. He is in white dress moving his hand smiling continuously and his eyes are completely red. Driver raises the speed of auto and that abnormal man try to catch us and missed. I looked back but it was completely dark can't able to see anything. Then my mom and me were looking one another without saying anything and completely silence in our auto. After 5 minute auto driver said he is not a man not even human being. He is a sprit, a ghost. We are lucky that we saved our life otherwise this road is famous for accidents. Now I come to know why that road is famous for accident because that road is being haunted. Many people near our native knows that road is haunted road but they disclosed it after the incident took place. Believe me its true, I saw them. I don't know how I am able to saw this weird things but I had experience two times may be it's my achievement.

I have come across some unusual situations in my life. It is often said that these type of experiences are faced by people who have a lighter Zodiac sign. But my Zodiac sign being a strong one, I still face these situations. This happened to me almost an year back that is in 2010. I work in Pune, in a IT company. This company is based at a place called Viman nagar. The building is called giga space. I always heard about some paranormal situations faced by people in this building and often thought if they lied. But I personally went through a situation and agreed on the same. It was a Friday night and I was about to go to a party with my friends after my office hours (Friday nights in Pune are always considered to be party nights as Saturday and Sunday are weekly offs). I was at the parking lot and was in a hurry to reach the party spot. In this building 'Giga space', the security guards do not allow you to exit from the same gate you had entered. Instead you have to take a full round of the building and then exit through a different gate. And I tell you the back side of the building is totally dark with no security guards at all. The tall trees surrounding the area make the scene extremely creepy at night. I was on my bike and was heading towards the exit gate when I saw a headlight image in the rear view mirror of my bike. I thought that some four wheeler is coming from behind as I could clearly hear the voice of the engine as well. I was moving at a normal speed and could still see the headlights in the mirror when suddenly the vehicle from my back took speed and came very close to me. I was scared and thought that the vehicle would certainly hit me hard. So somehow I maintained my balance and stopped my bike on the left side. I turned around to see who was the driver and had a terrific shock as there was no vehicle at my back.'How could this be possible?' I said, as there were no turns in the entire passege so that the vehicle would have turned to the right or left side. Then where did the vehicle disappear? Was it my imagination or a paranormal encounter? I still don't have a clue. Many employees in the same building also say that they have come across a lady image on the 4th floor of the building. Still a mystery...

This is a series of incidents that have been spread over the past three months, following the death of a very close relative. While the death did not occur in the apartment where I stay, my husband and I were at the death, the funeral and subsequently part of the rituals. Ever since we returned from the funeral, I've had disturbed sleep. Not always unpleasant dreams/nightmares (though there have been nights when I've woken up with a bad dream), I've been waking up around the same time - somewhere between 3:00 to 4:30 a.m. What I do feel on waking up is the presence of several people (it's the strongest in our living room) who are speaking among themselves. The first couple of nights, it sounded like low murmurs/people talking, but subsequently I had the feeling of chanting in low voices, say the way one would a recite a hymn/tell beads. At no point do we feel threatened, or that there is a negative presence. Since I was uncomfortable with this feeling (and disturbed nights didn't augur well at work!), I had a tarot card reader come in. Just to ensure that no way did my thoughts influence her, all I mentioned was there I had the feeling that there were people in the house.
These are her findings:
- Yes, the incidents are related to the death of that family member. According to her, the person wanted to spend more time with us while alive, and the sudden death denied her of the opportunity.
- There are spirits; however they are not malicious/intend harm.
- They are indeed reciting/chanting something; to her mind it is part of a holy text.
- She says that the deceased family member's spirit needs to cross over, and the spirits chanting are helping her stay on.
What I need help with is this:
- How do we help the soul cross over?
- How do we have the spirits leave?.

The month was late November 2012. I was in 2nd yr., pursuing MCA from SRM University (Kattankultahur campus, Chennai). I used to stay in a rented room in what they call "Back Gate". Before exams, it was normal for students to gather around road side tea shops in early morning. The place is called Potheri. It is a small area that is attached to the university. Eighty percent of the people living in Potheri are university students only. The rest are either shop owners or house owners. Potheri has a minimalistic railway station too, that connects to the sub-urban train line from Chennai Park station to Kattankultahur station. In normal days, Potheri is crowded with t-shirt and half pant clad guys and beautiful girls. But during vacations (for 1 whole month), all students used to go to their native and as a result, most of the shops remained closed. It was not less than a burial ground during December and June. By November end, our semester exams would finish and Potheri would become vacant. Now, the following incident took place at around 2 - 3 AM in the early morning in Potheri. Usually I went to the tea shop with my friends but that day I had to go alone. I even thought of skipping it but since I needed a ciggy, I took my purse, mobile and wore my watch and started towards the tea shop. It took me 6 minutes to reach the tea shop on the main road (2nd Street Bus Stand). But unlike other days, I did feel something uncomfortable along my way, near an old non functioning shop. It was something depressing and low. I never went to that shop and never gave a thought about it either. I simply ignored it and went. After having my coffee and ciggy I started back to my room. Amazingly enough, that day no one was on the street. It was like I was the only one in Potheri. I was not scared but was feeling little worried. Not because of the ghost or spirits but because of burglars and robbers. Anyway, I simply started towards my room. After 1 - 2 minutes walk, the road was fully detached from the main road. Psychedelic street lights, cold wind was blowing, nothing was unusual. But I was feeling uncomfortable. I kept walking. After 1 minute of more walking, suddenly out of nowhere the street light very next to me started flickering in a odd manner. But all other lights were still on. I paused, took a deep breadth and resumed walking. Suddenly I heard a sound like someone hit the metal plate of the street light with a stone. It took the crap out of me. I did not turn back. I immediately strafed to my extreme left side near an old non-functioning shop. Earlier, I never came near that old shop but that day I had no choice. I kept quiet and waited for some time. Then I slowly turned my head back and it was a huge dark gaseous form near the oddly flickering street light. Everything around me was feeling extremely dizzy and I could not differentiate which was fantasy, and which was reality. I could not move from that place even though I wanted to run. It was like the dark entity was trying to reach me. It had no eyes, no shape for that matter. I definitely knew I was going to die that moment. I could not scream even if I wanted to. I was losing myself. My ability to reason myself was long gone. Street dogs were screaming loud. At last, I hit my head back to the shutter of the shop very hard. Suddenly everything became dark and... I don't remember a thing afterwards what happened. Next day I woke up in my bed. I was panting just after waking up. I checked myself and ultimately convinced myself that everything was a dream. However, my watch was missing. I decided to search it later. I took a bath. And, as soon as I touched my head, I felt that I got hurt on my head recently. It was like the whole dream flashed in front of me. I immediately ran to the same place last I remembered. It was day time so few people were on the road. Everything seemed normal. But I couldn't understand how I got hurt on my skull. If everything was not a dream, who took me back to my room? I just calmed myself down and thought maybe I am watching too many ghost stories. As soon as I started walking back towards my room, I saw my watch... Resting on the ground, near the old-non functioning shop.

I make it a point to visit my ancestral home which is around three hours from Goa at least once a year. The unpolluted surroundings, pure air, greenery and the pristine beaches ensure that I am fully recharged and rejuvenated at the end of my vacation. I would like to describe my ancestral home for the benefit of the readers. I am told that it was built sometime in the 1850's and housed generations of my ancestors for more than a century. Generally people of that time lived in large joint families in India and palatial houses were built to accommodate them. My ancestral home is no different and has around ten bedrooms, a huge dining area capable of seating at least thirty people at one time. A huge courtyard and a garden in front of the house must have definitely made a lot of people envious. An area which needs a special mention is a large store house located outside and a little away from the main house. My ancestors were zamindars (landlords) who owned huge areas of land that was leased out to the farmers every year for paddy plantation. They must have been a rich lot and prosperous too. The joint family system continued until the 1970's after which individual family members started branching out to the Indian metro's to seek their fortune. Currently only one of my uncles stays there with his wife. Coming back to my story, I visited my ancestral home in November this year with my wife. It is an eleven hour drive from Pune and we were really tired by the time we reached there. My uncle and aunt warmly received us with hot tea and a couple of homemade delicacies which made the pain of the journey worthwhile. The next couple of days were spent in just lazing around in the mornings, going for long walks in the evenings and visiting nearby acquaintances. It seemed like a refreshing change from our daily routine and we were generally happy with our visit. India generally has fixed seasons namely Monsoon (June- Sept), winter (Oct - Feb), summer (March- May). But this year was different as we had an extended monsoon due to which many areas experienced intermittent rainfall well into November. 12th Nov 2010, I remember the date quite clearly. It was just two days before we were supposed to head back home. Most of the time, the weather was bright and sunny except for some stray showers at night. I woke up early that day hoping to catch up on my early morning jog, a routine which had been liberally relaxed over the last couple of days. However to my dismay I found that it had rained that night making the ground wet and muddy, practically impossible to jog. Cursing my luck I just stayed in the house and sulked. It was just after lunch at around 1 pm that I started feeling claustrophobic. I came out of the house to catch fresh air. It was then that I saw the store house a little away from the main house. I had never gone there before and decided to explore it a bit. It seemed like a sturdy structure but unfortunately in ruins currently due to neglect. However it still had a roof and provided shelter to a few stray dogs who roamed about in that area. I went inside and was looking around when it suddenly started drizzling. I tried to come out and run towards the main house but it started pouring heavily within a short while and I was stranded there until the rains stopped. Luckily I found an old chair inside on which I perched happily and waited for the rains to stop. I might have been there for around fifteen minutes or so when I suddenly became aware of something burning inside. Getting up from my seat, I carefully ventured inside hoping that it would be a false alarm. To my surprise, I saw three young boys probably twelve years old inside trying to light a "Beedi" (a cigarette, commonly smoked by locals in India). I thought they might have sneaked in when I dozed off perhaps. Since they were not known to me, I tried to shoo them away and shouted at them for smoking at such a young age. I was just standing a couple of feet away from them, yet they did not seem to notice me and continued lighting their beedi's. I was really annoyed at the lack of respect shown and moved towards them in order to give them a piece of my mind. Suddenly I noticed that a haystack kept in one corner of the room had caught fire. Surely the boys weren't the culprits since it was quite a distance away from them. The boys had not noticed it and merrily continued with their activity. I rushed towards the burning haystack and tried to put out the fire. However my efforts had absolutely no effect and the fire grew in intensity. It was indeed eerie that I was in the room but no one was acknowledging my presence nor was I able to do anything to help the boys. It seemed like I was watching a movie being in the movie itself. Before any of the boys could realize it, the whole room was engulfed in flames. The frightened boys tried to run towards the door and get outside. I was a nothing more than mute spectator observing the hideous scene without being able to do anything. It was also strange that even though this whole incident was happening right in front of my eyes, I wasn't affected at all. Under normal circumstances, the boys should have easily got out of the room, but there seemed to be something which was preventing them from doing so. As they tried to get out, I saw a man standing outside the main door who was preventing them from escaping. There seemed to be something wrong with the man, he seemed to have unusually large arms, quite disproportionate from the rest of his body. The boys were helpless against the sheer strength of the brute. I heard the poor souls scream in agony as the fire singed then. I wasn't able to move even though I wanted to rush out of the room. Then I suddenly felt an arm over my shoulder. This seemed to have woken me from my trance. It was my wife who was worried because of my prolonged absence and had come to search for me. I was definitely relieved to see her but I also realized that everything in the room had gone silent. There was absolute silence everywhere. The boys, the fire, the screams & the strange man, all seemed to have vanished into thin air. I also felt very weak. Realizing that something was wrong, she immediately escorted me to the main house and gave me some water to drink after which I slowly started to feel better. By dinner time I had sufficiently recovered to approach my aunt who has been living there for almost fifty years now. When I told her about my strange experience, she was astonished at the way I narrated the details to her. She just couldn't believe it especially when she knew for sure that I couldn't have known these details unless I had been around at that time. Then she told me the actual story which she had heard from my great grandmother.
My aunt's story:
In the early 1900's, there were 5 families of my ancestors living in that house. Around twenty five people stayed there at that time. The sons of three of the brothers were the ones I had seen that afternoon. It was a great year for the family, the harvest was bountiful and everyone was very happy. However one of their relatives who lived nearby had fallout with my family over money matters. He couldn't touch them directly since they were reputed people with contacts at the high places; hence he devised a devious scheme to get back at them. In this part of India, black magic performed to rid yourself of your enemies is called "modi". In this, a spell is cast on the intended victims in order to cause bodily harm. A ritual animal sacrifice is also performed among other things. I will not be able to divulge anything else as this practice is too ghastly even to write about. The three boys had a habit of sneaking into the store house sometimes in the afternoon after school to smoke bidi's. This was probably known to the person very well as he had planned the whole thing quite meticulously. The spell was cast accordingly to kill the innocent children which explains the mysterious fire and the presence of the man with unusually long hands outside the room, an evil spirit perhaps, who prevented the safe exit of the three boys. The poor boys were burnt to death in the sudden fire that broke out in the store house. Efforts were made to douse the fire but the intensity of the blaze was so strong that it was all in vain. A couple of days later, three black dolls were located near the store room buried in the soil which lead to the suspicion that there was something more to it than just an accident. Upon further investigation, it was found that the relative in question was seen frequently with a local tantrik. He along with the tantrik were caught and after days of interrogation finally confessed to the heinous crime. They were lynched by the angry villagers and their bodies burnt at a secret location to avoid any police investigation. All this seems ghastly, but at that time, lynching was commonly used as a punishment against people who practiced black magic. However the irreparable damage had been done and three innocent family members had been killed for no fault of theirs. My family had to pay a heavy price indeed. The store room was rebuilt after a few years but no one dared to stay there at night because of the tragedy that had occurred. The question before me is that, why me... Of all the people was transported back in time to witness the gory scenes which happened over a century ago. Or perhaps on second thoughts... This incident repeats itself periodically and I was unlucky enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. My Uncle performed a pooja (a cleansing ritual) at the store house the very next day to set the restless souls free. I sincerely hope that their souls rest in peace and things are fine of now, but I'm definitely not going there again to find out.

Iam Maahi and I am of 14 years old. I live in Hyderabad. Before entering into the story I want to introduce myself. Nobody in our family believe ghost or their existence, but they strongly believe in god. I am the only one girl who firmly believes in ghost and god. So, entering into the story, in Summer vacation I always visit my grandma's house in Hyderabad only. So, my aunt (my mother's own sister), whenever they go out to a restaurant or a movie they used to take me too because they used to live near my grandma's house. So, sometimes it was getting late at night and they used to take me to their house instead of dropping me in grandma's house to stay that night. Once they took me to a movie and it was late at night (around 11:00 pm) so they took me to their house and I slept there that night. It was an apartment and I was sleeping in a bed which was attached to the window. Suddenly, I got a nightmare that a ghost appeared on other side of the window and it was keeping his hands inside the walls as it was pressing me at my hips and I am suffering from severe pain. I suddenly opened my eyes and I was really feeling a severe pain at my hips. So, I was chanting Hanuman Chalisa and tried to get sleep but when I closed my eyes and stopped chanting, I felt that someone entered into the room and shouted at me loudly. I was feeling very much scared and I began to feel paralyzed and I was also not able to speak. So, slowly I opened my eyes and I saw a shadow-like structure and I shouted loudly and everyone in the house got up. My aunt told to me to sleep with her as I was not able to talk and that night and my condition was also very bad. The next day I was admitted in hospital because I was suffering from high fever, vomits and weakness. From that day, whenever I sleep in my Aunt's House I was used to take a photo of god and used to keep it under pillow. REALLY VERY SCARY AND WEIRD EXPERIENCE.

Iam not kind of person, who believes in ghosts or dead spirits, but earlier something was happened, which will always remain a mystery for me. I am from Ludhiana and this happened when I went to meet my relatives live in Bilaspur, Himachal Pradesh. One night, there were only five members in the entire house: Me, my grandmother, uncle, aunt and my cousin. I was lying on a sofa and was talking to my grandmother, uncle and aunt while cousin was sleeping in a room located on the upper floor of the house. It was around 11 pm when I noticed that someone has switched off the light of gallery. (Don't say electricity problem because we found the switch off.) As the room where we sat was far from the gallery, I was not able to see who was there. To confirm, I called my cousin's name 'Vikas'. In a reply, I heard 'Haan (Yes) ' from the other side. I was surprised! How he could reach there, as the only way to get to the gallery was the room where we were sitting? I again called him with the louder voice and this time the reply was even louder. Third time I raised my voice and received the answer in the same tone. To check, I went to the gallery. To my surprise, there was nothing. I went to Vikas's room and found him sleeping. He was unconscious and sweating. I woke him up and asked him about the gallery incident. He told me that he was sleeping and didn't come downstairs. I was shocked. Who was there? It couldn't be thief as there is no way to enter that room apart from the place where I was with my relatives and it couldn't be my brain playing with me because the other members had heard that voice too. Well, it will remain a mystery.

Guys this is the first story which I intend to share with you. Those of you who are from India may know that there are people and families as a whole which have practised sorcery and black magic for generations. We have associated the name Tantrik with them. Well I have had the good fortune to belong to one such family. People often misinterpret our art for BLACK MAGIC. Let me inform you that black magic term should only be associated only if the work is done to harm others. Our family have not done any work to harm others. My grandfather excelled at the art at his time. He even used to own two Jinns. This incident occured when I was seventeen years old. My experience in this art had already risen to a great extent. One day while searching for a thing in the attic I stumbled upon a diary which belonged to my grandfather. On examining it I found that it had certain chants and incantations which I immediately understood to be of immense power. One of this fascinated me the most. It was an incantation to call upon Yamraj, or the Devil. It said that if you could please Him, he would bestow you with immense power. I made up my mind to perform the ritual. However, on that very night, I had a dream in which my grandfather warned me not to venture so much at such a young age. But I ignored the warning and continued with my task. The prayer required many preparations and the actual work was to be performed from midnight until 3:30am for twenty one nights. I wholeheartedly did the task. Now, let me tell you that I had never mentioned this to my father who himself is a powerful tantrik and would have never allowed me to do this. And as we live in seperate floors, he never had the slightest hint. On the twenty first night, it was raining heavily. I started my prayers at midnight. At around 2am, I was disturbed from my meditations by an audible knock outside my door. The knocking continued to last for around 2 minutes. I ignored it and continued my chantings thinking that maybe sombody wanted to spoil my work. Suddenly and without any warning, the door was blasted apart from the hinges. I threw the holy water towards the door upon which there was a loud scream and I thought things had subsided. But in an instant, all the candles were blown out and a musty smell engulfed the room. I fainted at this point. When I woke up, I saw my father at my bedside. When I confided in him, he became angry. Then he said that he could not sleep because of the heavy rain when he felt an immensely strong aura in the vicinity but had not guessed anything. When he heard the sound of the door collapsing and the loud inhuman scream, he had rushed up and found me fainted. He could also feel the smell that represented the death but nothing was present and the aura had fainted. He also said that my grandfather had met his end while performing the same ritual. I was shocked as hell and immediately realised how lucky I was to have escaped unharmed. Even today, I cannot understand whether it was the Devil that had blasted my door that day, or was it the spirit of my grandfather who spoiled the ritual beforehand so that I would not suffer the same fate as him. What do you think?

This experience happened when I had completed my schooling and was waiting for the college to start. As it's common in India that summer holidays are spent in maternal grandma's house, even my case was the same. I was in my Grandma's house and this happened when I was sleeping alone on the terrace during the night. It was around 1:00 am that I heard some voice calling out and I being a light sleeper I immediately woke up and was straining my ears and expecting the voice to resurface again. After few minutes of waiting I clearly heard someone humming in a very clear tone which still sometimes rings in my ears. It was like someone was in pain or was mocking, I still can't understand but the voice was very clear and I felt goosebumps hearing it. The voice increased and I felt that someone was really faking it. However, considering the time and the fact that I was sleeping 4 storeys high with no construction as high as ours, I had to conclude that this is not normal. I was now wide awake and decided to go down to my grandma's house to sleep but I did not want to disturb anyone of their sleep, hence decided to spend the eerie night on the terrace. I recited my religion's chants and lay wide awake on the big open terrace with the moonless sky above my head and the wind blowing peacefully. I suddenly felt a shock through my body as if some one shaking me suddenly. I immediately got up and sat on the mat. Then out of no where I very clearly saw a white form pass in front of me humming the same sound I heard few minutes before. I took my pillow and quilt and ran down and fell on the stairs and had a sprained ankle. I can't forget this experience in my life. After this incident I did not want to take chances any more. I heard some old folks say later that spirits roam around at night searching for young boys to make them as their source to communicate to the living world. Thank God I was not the chosen one...