It was April 2014, around 3 pm. A car with a couple swiftly took a turn over a village road.
The turn had an old small temple of Shiva. People generally joined hands and prayed whenever they travelled through that road.The road has records for accidents,accumulated over years.
The lady knew about it but by misfortune,was engrossed with newspapers and had no idea when the temple passed by. At around 3.30 pm the car dashed against trunk of strong tree and the lady fainted. The man who was driving,with blood running down from his temple to his shoulder saw his wife lay aside and started stopping passing-by cars,stuck inside his distorted car,asking for help from random strangers with vehicles.
From admission to hospital to stitches to surgeries both the couple went through,everyone who had looked the car said it was a hideous accident. Some who passed through the car at the accident spot doubted if the person inside would be alive. It looked similar to this —
The couple were my parents.
After 6 months
While my mother still on bed rest as her pelvic had fractures with multiple fracture in femur as well. We brought the car back to our garage,though it had nothing left (villagers have abstracted all they could,for selling or personal purposes). We decided to bring it back because it had engine and we feared if the engine with the registered number under my dad’s name could be misused.
And then began series of Eerie nights.
A night after a day the car came back to us,It was hot and I as the night owl I am was awake,the windows of our guest room were wide open and I was on a couch facing those windows,sitting and reading. It was 2.45 am and our doorbell rang!
I raised my head above to look at the windows and it was dead silence out. In my absent mind I thought someone might have come,then struck my senses that it is 2.45am. I freezed and felt to melt on the couch as everybody was sleeping inside their room and I was the only one sitting in front of those wide opened windows. I was horrified and stuck to the couch for 5 minutes. Later gathered the courage to get up and sneakily went to my parents room and called mom,to my surprise she was awake and said she too heard the doorbell ring.
Later my dad woke up and he went to close those windows. And waited in the guest room to check if the bell rings again. Nothing happened following that.
Next night it was 3 am and the door bell rang again. This time all my family members got awake and we checked through one of the windows peeping out if someone was there,the space where our doorbell button was,was clear. Noone there,no shadow,not even a fly! We had a plant pot near to it and it stood dead still,its leaves were motionless as if unaffected by the breeze.
This happened every night and when we used to check the place we found noone. One night our water tank (very heavy,one can not move it alone) above our house collapsed and hit the ground.
One night when it rang my mom yelled saying whoever is doing this will not be spared and to her response it rang continuously,not just once this time. Till now we knew it was not normal to ring at almost same time every night and the place where we lived people often came up with stories of paranormal activitities. As that place wasn’t good for us,my parents met severe accident,we decided to move out to different city.
The feeling of the chill that ran down my spine when the doorbell rang the first time,still gives me goosebumps. I didn’t see anyone but felt all this very paranormal.