It was about five or six years ago, in 2018, when I was studying at an institute for my banking exams. I was staying in a hostel at the time, and one day, my parents came to visit me. They decided to take me to my maternal grandparents' house, which I was excited about. We arrived there in the evening.
The next night, my dad told us we needed to visit a friend's house for a housewarming ceremony. It was going to be my first time there. We left at 7 o'clock in the evening. The road to my dad's friend's house was narrow with many turns. As we turned onto their street, we passed an abandoned house at the entrance. As we navigated the labyrinthine streets, we reached a turnoff and were greeted by an old, abandoned house at the entrance. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. As from childhood, I had always been fascinated by eerie, forsaken places - those lost in time and memory. I turned to my mom and asked, "Do you know how long that house has been vacant?" She told me to quiet down and not get lost in my imagination. Despite her words, I couldn't shake off the cold, eerie feeling that washed over me as we passed by. I heard a voice, cold and hollow, calling my name. I looked back, my heart racing, and saw a woman standing in front of the abandoned house. Her curly hair was unkempt, her clothes tattered and stained. Her eyes were fixed on us, piercing through the darkness.
As soon as I opened the car door and stepped out, a chilling wind swept past my back, leaving me with goosebumps.
That night, as soon as I went inside the house, I was struck by a severe headache and fever. I had been perfectly fine before this. Everyone was shocked by my sudden illness.
The next morning, my family's faces were etched with a mix of horror and disbelief. When I asked what was wrong, they recounted the chilling events of the night before. Apparently, after we returned from the housewarming, I had retreated to bed, but my behavior became increasingly bizarre. I woke in the dead of night with wild eyes and disheveled hair, rocking back and forth as I muttered incoherently.
They said my eyes were sunken and dark, my face gaunt and unrecognizable. They were terrified when I started to speak in a voice that wasn't my own, a voice that hissed, "I couldn't get married. I want to eat meat; they killed me." My words were laced with a malevolent energy, and I repeated them over and over until I collapsed, my body wracked with fever.
When I heard about this, I rushed to the mirror. My face was pale, as though all the blood had drained from it. My eyes were hollow, and I looked utterly exhausted.
My maternal grandfather arrived, and upon seeing me, he immediately asked, "Who did you bring with you?"
He chanted ancient mantras, his voice resonating with a powerful authority. As he blew on my face, the heaviness lifted, and my body felt lighter, the fever subsiding almost instantly. He revealed that I had unknowingly brought negative energy with me. He revealed that I had unwittingly attracted a malevolent spirit, a dark entity that had tried to possess me. Fortunately, he was able to expel it before it could fully possess me.
The experience left a lasting mark, a reminder of the thin veil that separates us from the unknown, and the chilling reminder that sometimes, our curiosity can lead us to the edge of darkness.
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I also think that only for that house warming ceremony my life has been saved.