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Do you believe in ghosts?

The night is calm.  Tired souls are in deep slumber and there is not even a rat that is awake. The silence is so clear that you can hear your heart beating. Suddenly, you hear a clear noise from the house above you. It feels as though some one dropped a nail or a marble on the  floor, making a "cling" sound. Just a little worry here, who'd drop a nail or such like substance in the dead of the night?? And, then at times, I've heard the creaking sound of a swing in motion from the floors above at absurd times. 

Eerie, right? But it does happen, no? We may not believe in ghosts per se. It seems too juvenile to believe in something that belies rational thought. Yet, we cannot shrug off experiences that may not have exactly brought you face to face with a lady in white (or maybe even a gent for that matter) but has made you ponder over unexplained noises and happenings. Ever wondered why it is always a lady in white and not a man in white? Anyway, I digress.

It's been long since I've overcome the fear of dark, probable ghosts and of being alone in a house. But,then, any incident that does not fall in the line of usual occurrence does ruffle me.  Now, this incident happened last year when we had been to Ooty for a short break. We stayed in a heritage villa-the ones that retain their quaint, royal look and feel to the place.


The villa was named after a famous detective character of the fiction world and the rooms had pictures from the famous mystery stories- nothing super natural, though. I was pretty pleased to stay at such a place that brought back memories of my favourite ficition series.  

We stayed there for just one night. We retired to bed early after a lovely day spent lounging in the sun-soaked green lawns and having sumptuous warm meals. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, the mobile started to give out low beeps as it would if there is a low charge or signal. This continued throughout the night. R also did not sleep well that night. We put that down to a new place. The phone vibration/beep couldn't really be explained since there was complete battery power and there was no signal for it to vibrate. Though this did not bother us then, when we recounted this incident to our friends much later they planted this tiny seed of "eerie doubt".

My friend commented, "oh, its natural for unusual happenings in such heritage villa, y'know?" 

Well, I'm only glad that this doubt never arose to our minds when we were there!

Comments

  1. OMG...eerie......:/

    I am very scared of ghosts and all. And believe me had i been there in your place I would have freaked out completely that night!!

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    1. Well, I'm surprised and thankful that we didn't freak out then..guess sleep was more important :-))

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  2. I can watch a movie with my wife but then when I am alone I need lights in every room. Ya ya... Even men are scared but only sometimes....lol

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  3. ohhhhhhhhh

    well I dont beleive in ghosts BUT I DO believe :) you know what i mean he he he

    Bikram's

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    1. yes yes, I know what you mean, Bikram :-)))

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  4. Wow, unbelievable. No real-life incidents come to mind, but I once dreamt of riding a motorbike with ghosts and I still remember every little detail of that:)

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    1. Gosh, riding a motorbike with ghosts sounds really scary..I used to dream of ghosts too when I was a kid..all that effect of seeing ghosty serials :-))

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  5. Good one Uma :) I absolutely do not believe in ghosts, but there was a certain time when I was living on my own, and read my first Stephen King novel. Let's just say there were too many shadows on my windows that night ;).

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    1. hehe..thanks, Aparna...talk about shadows! light and shadows have a different effect at nights :-)

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  6. I was a brave soul at one time and could watch horror movies with no fear of sleeping alone at night. But then slowly with time I stil watch some horror movies with a pillow in front of my face and then I keep looking over my shoulder every now and then :(

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    1. you are still brave then...I stay away from horror movies and serials..lesser things to imagine then..:-)

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  7. Hahaha...right..you didn't get the doubt when you stayed there..that's the good thing :) when you keep thinking on those lines, it will always stay eerie..so..just let it go and keep your cool as always :)

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    1. Yes, but now I'll have this in mind and god forbid if it were to happen again, then I can't say anything about being cool :-0

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  8. Spooky! I can't watch supernatural movies even now...too scary...I guess some things will always be unexplained. rationality does not always work.
    Your incident was quite spooky - I mean you don't need to have loud noises and bangs to freak you out - just the phone vibrating all by itself is so eerie.

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    1. I know..spookiness can be found in silence too :-)

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  9. Ewww...that was spooky. Goodness, you guys were brave. I would have probably made everyone's life miserable--including that bhoots! LOL...

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    1. Oh..we were just too sleepy, I guess..its only in retrospect that we think that "ooh god..maybe...." well if you can make the bhoot's life miserable then you are all set, need not fear :-)))

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