My Scary Relationship With Agra City

In July'2011, I had to move to Agra in Uttar Pradesh for my semester internship for five months. After going through some unnerving incidents in the previous year, which I already mentioned in my previous story, I had moved on.

It started with this one small incident in the hotel itself where I started my internship. It is situated on Fatehabad Road along with other big luxurious hotels. Furthermore, it was my second month into the internship and I just started working in the housekeeping department on the 1st of August. I had the same shift every day from 7:30AM to 4:30PM. But on that day due to less occupancy and fewer people working on the shifts, I was instructed to be on shift until 5:30PM.

I was allotted to work with the senior guestroom attendant on the top floor of the third wing of the hotel, which had its interiors E-shaped. I was instructed by my senior to clean the last three rooms of that floor, which were suites; one of them being the Presidential Suite. I entered the room with my housekeeping cart at the entrance of the room. Now the presidential suite being the largest room had such a layout, that one can see the entire living space with the entrance doors of both the bedrooms on the right side and when one turns left, you can get into the dining space. I was almost done with my work. I was only supposed to do the dusting and vacuuming the room. When I started my work, I felt a bit dizzy, nauseous and out of breath. I took a moment and went back to my cart and took a small slip of water from my bottle. This time, from my peripheral vision, I could see the fluttering of the curtains hanging from the windows in the living area. I looked in a mirror opposite to the room's exit, where I was standing. I saw that the window was not even fluttering this time, but it was moved as if someone just hidden themselves behind it. Likewise, I thought it was just my imagination.

So I moved back inside the room and again that heaviness in my heart could be felt. Leaving it as just a figment of my tired brain's imagination, I moved towards the kitchen. This time, out of nowhere, I saw my right arm, and saw goosebumps. I could feel a cold spot inside that kitchen near the dishwasher. This time, I checked my left arm, and it was the same. I thought I am clearly fatigued, maybe this is why I am getting such feels. I kept dusting and moving around all spaces within the room. Then I increased my pace of work and entered inside one of the bedrooms. This time, I felt as if someone is just beside me looking directly at me. Feeling frustrated of going through such emotions this way again after a year, I turned back and saw again no one over there in the living space.

But I had to work right. So I just quickly went to the cart, and then I realized I am feeling better when I stand outside the door. I then quickly took the vacuum cleaner and decide to get my last work done. When I started vacuuming the room, I could feel someone is standing right within the center of the living room and looking upon me. When I crossed the kitchen space again, I felt that cold spot again and when I entered inside the bedroom, I felt someone this time is strangling me for few seconds. I got breathless and started gasping. I suddenly felt someone tapping on to one of my shoulders. I remember turning back and looking at one of my housekeeping seniors with such relief. My senior looked at me with concern and asked me if I am alright. I replied saying that I am fine. He took the vacuum cleaner quickly out of my hand and vacuumed with such a fast pace. Then he told me one thing, that to never ever accept to work in this room by yourself. I said that, "but your senior told me to work in these last three rooms." He said he will talk to the guy and quickly closed the presidential suite door.

We went back to the housekeeping pantry downstairs on the ground level. Then he asked me if I felt or saw anything with concern in his eyes. I looked back at him in such a manner that he knew, in that instant, I did. Then his colleague entered inside the pantry and saw me. He said sorry for being late and not helping me inside the suite. Then those two guys told me two incidences which happened inside the room previous years.

In 2009, a couple with their two children checked inside the room as one of the Rotary Table India Club conference guests. The wife got killed at night after attending the evening conference dinner. There were rumors about her being domestically abused by her husband. Both her husband and children were not in the room when this incident happened and later on investigations were carried out. Later on, it was ruled out as a suicide case.

The second incident happened after few months of that incident. There were two interns who were working during November in the housekeeping department during evening shift. When the intern was about to leave the guestroom, he saw a shadow entity standing in the center of the room looking directly at him. He got so scared that he couldn't look anywhere beside looking back at the entity's rage filled eyes. When he came out of the trance, apparently he ran out of the wing with his cart left behind. When he told this incident to the housekeeper in charge on that shift, even the senior got spooked. He went back to get the cart down and saw nothing. But he felt uneasiness. Later on, the intern stopped his internship at the hotel and changed it to another property.

So after these two incidences, there had been instances where the room was given to a lot of guests. But most of them complained that they always feel cold inside the room, despite the AC getting turned off and the centralized heater switched on. People had heard footsteps and a scream at night inside the room, even when everyone is sleeping.

My seniors told me that housekeepers always worked in twos in that room. The senior, who came upstairs looking for his colleague and saw me instead, said that it is okay if you felt something. As people who are sensitive to such presences, always heard or even saw something. I don't know whether to believe it or not, because I owe it to my tiredness. But who knows... I maybe just came across something which was about to harm me, but I got saved.