I am a regular reader of this site. Some of the incidents written down here have truly spooked me out so I avoid reading them at night! Now the incident I am about to tell you is something that my friend Ishika had told me. It's a bit long but please bear with me.
Vizag a busy city of Andhra Pradesh, India. Also it is the hub of scores of youngsters seeking classes for cracking competitive exams of engineering and medical. Back in 2006 Ishika also went there for studies. She got herself enrolled to Vikas Institute; she was allotted a dorm having bunk beds and about 8 girls in one room. Eventually she settled down and established a great rapport with her roommates.
Life in Vikas is one hell of a torture; tests every alternate day, grand test on Sunday and not to mention long hours of classes starting from 5 AM in the morning and ending at 6 PM in evening, with very few breaks to enjoy. So you can understand it's like staying in prison without any hope of parole even when you put up your best behavior. Adding more pain to this was the fact that the girls and boys were taught separately (so you can understand the pain and boredom).
Jokes apart, fast forward to 7 months an epic and terrifying exam was lurking around the corner, so the gals were busy cramming as much they could and stayed up until late in the night. So my friend and two more roommates of hers were busy studying it was around 1 AM. All of them were sitting on the bunker beds, a pin drop silence was there throughout the whole building.
Now the rooms of the girls were one in front of the other and were separated by a very long corridor which ended to the washroom area. Out of nowhere the eerie silence of night was disturbed the sound of a girl hurrying from the far end of the corridor. The girl was wearing anklets (anklets is a pair of jewellery which we girls wear around the ankles. It creates a sweet jingling noise when a gal moves around).
My friend and her still-awake roomies weren't bothered with the fact. They assumed some gal is in real need to use the washroom. The hurried jingling sound continued and surprisingly stopped just before my friend's dorm. All the 3 girls looked up from their books with a puzzled look. What took them by surprise was the fact that their dorm was just adjacent to the washroom so if the gal was in hurry she has to walk past their dorm to access the washroom! Ishika and her friends waited for the gal to pass. Their dorm door was closed so they were not able to see anyone.
Two minutes passed, nothing happened. One of the gals suggested the name of Anjana, a gal in their institute who was a total weirdo who would often roam in the corridor at night as if she was taking a stroll in public park! Ishika, being the bravest among the 3, shouted Anjana's name and asked her not to mess with them. There was no response. One of the gals freaked, out pulled covers over her head and straightway slept on her bed which was still full of books that she was studying. The other gal also suggested Ishika to do the same, but my friend was quite cross thinking of it being a prank played upon them.
She climbed down the bunk bed and decided to go out and give Anjana a piece of her mind. The other roomie tagged along with her to give her moral support. Ishika opened the door and peeped out to find silence and empty corridor. Puzzled, she took a few steps out of her dorm and was scanning the long corridors and empty washrooms when, out of nowhere she felt a chilling sensation and got goosebumps on just the left side of her body. This was immediately followed by dizziness. Luckily her friend caught her, dragged her in the dorm and shut the door tightly. Next day Ishika was completely fine and she decided not to share her experience with anyone.
The holidays approached much to relief of the students. Ishika and her 2 friends sat with the wardens chatting few hours before catching their trains. While gossiping, the topic shifted to suicides and then the warden told them that a few years before a gal had committed suicide in the institute by jumping from the rooftop. Nobody knows why she took this drastic step.
Coincidentally Anjana was also a part of the discussion. She added her experience that happened to her about a fortnight after joining the institute. One night she woke up to use the washroom. She went down to the washroom and was busy there when she heard the adjacent door open and heard the tap turning and filling of the bucket. Anjana decide to strike up a conversation but no response came. Next she decide to go out and wait for the gal. Solid 15 minutes passed but the gal didn't come out and she still heard the water flowing. Another gal of Anjana's room came and asked Anjana why she looked so agitated, then Anjana told the entire thing right from the scratch. The other gal, not believing her, stomped right in front of the washroom door, knocked the door twice and then tried to open the door. To both the gals' surprise the door was open and the tap was still turned on and water was flowing...
From that day onward, Anjana avoided going alone in night to the washroom and, by the way, she was not the one who roamed the corridors in night...!
Tell me friends what do you feel was it one same entity or two different entity experienced by Anjana and Ishika?
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