Real Horror incident of my Life

This incident took place before the partition of India, a time when, despite the turmoil, life continued its normal course. A strange and terrifying event, passed down to us from my grandfather, Muhammad Ahmed, occurred in 1946. This story has left an indelible fear on my mind. I now share it with you to convey the horror and mystery that my grandfather encountered.

The Beginning

My name is Muhammad Ahmed, and this story dates back to when I was a 20-year-old young man. Our family lived in a suburban area near Lucknow. My father owned a large and well-known clothing shop in the area. We were a religious family, highly respected in the neighborhood.

At that time, my marriage was being arranged, and it was settled through an exchange marriage. The preparations for the wedding were in full swing, and life was filled with happiness and hope. But then, one night, something happened that changed the course of my life forever.

The Start of a Strange Night

That night, my brother and I planned to go to the mosque for the Isha prayer. On the way, there was an old, large garden that had many strange stories associated with it. People said that mysterious creatures were often seen there at night, and the elders always advised us not to pass through the garden after dark. However, that night, we ignored those warnings and decided to walk through the garden.

When we entered, the full moon was shining brightly, casting a mysterious glow over the garden. As soon as we stepped inside, an eerie silence enveloped us. Even the soft breeze seemed to have halted. My brother and I, discussing the wedding preparations and expenses, walked deeper into the garden.

The First Frightening Encounter

After completing our prayers at the mosque, we decided to head back through the garden when we ran into one of my brother's friends. He was a talkative fellow, and as we walked, he began sharing several scary stories about the garden. He told us about the wandering spirit of a woman who couldn’t find peace even after death. Hearing this made me extremely anxious, but my brother had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Come on, Ahmed, why don't we spend the night in the garden and see how true these stories really are?" my brother said, laughing.

My heart started pounding, but under my brother’s insistence, I reluctantly followed. As soon as we re-entered the garden, I felt a strange weight in the air. With each step, my heartbeat quickened. As we reached the middle of the garden, we suddenly heard the sound of someone crying in the distance.

The Crying Sound

That sound shook me to my core. My hands trembled as I grabbed my brother’s arm tightly. My brother immediately stopped and listened intently. “Who’s crying?” he asked in surprise.

We followed the sound and saw a woman sitting under a tree, wrapped in a shawl. Her face was hidden, and she was sobbing quietly. My brother, ignoring my fear, started walking towards her.

"Ma'am! Why are you sitting here? What happened to you?" he asked gently.

The woman slowly lifted her head, and her face was blurry and indistinct. I tried to back away, but my feet felt like they were glued to the ground.

The Mysterious Figure

The woman began crying again, and her sobs grew louder and more horrifying. My brother attempted to speak to her once more, but instead of answering, she burst into loud, maniacal laughter. Her laughter sent a chilling sensation through my body.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the branches of the trees began to shake violently. The woman stood up in an odd manner, and as she dropped her shawl, her face was completely blackened, with deep, hollow eye sockets dripping with blood.

The ground seemed to disappear from under my feet. I began reciting prayers frantically, but my brother took another step forward. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling.

The woman slowly raised her eyes towards my brother and let out a blood-curdling scream as she lunged towards him. I screamed and fell back to the ground in terror.

Running for Our Lives

My brother screamed and immediately turned around, grabbing my hand as we both ran as fast as we could. The winds in the garden seemed to be chasing us, pushing us from behind as if something was trying to catch us. We didn’t look back for even a moment.

We stopped outside the garden, gasping for breath. Our hearts were still racing. My brother’s eyes were filled with shock and fear, but he was unable to speak.

The End

After that night, we never dared to enter that garden again. A few days later, we spoke to one of the elderly men in the neighborhood, and he told us that a woman had died in that garden many years ago. She had gone mad after losing her child, and eventually took her own life in that very place. It is said that her spirit still wanders there, and anyone who dares to enter the garden at night is forced to hear her cries.

This incident remains the most terrifying moment of my life, one that I will never forget. The shadows of that garden are still fresh in my mind, as if they are still following me...