Ghosts At Night

Cheeniya sir, I don't read alot of ghost stories but I believe when I hear them from my elders. Actually, when I was a young child, I feared folklore monsters more than ghosts but my mother insisted that I should be more scared of the ghost since it can follow you . In India, we believe in Sade Sati, but, in places like Hong Kong, they believe that if a ghost is bound to you, they will remain with you for 7 years and you'll have many bad luck unless you force them out.

I thank God, I have not seen one, but definitely, I have experienced some weird phenomenal.

 

Dear Cheeniya Sir,

Your narration of Ghost stories from your maternal grandma is more captivating than the story you read when you were in Mid 20s. I have never heard of ghosts impersonating someone at home. I have heard of stories like Rajnikanth explaining to Vadivelu about the symptoms of ghost entering the house.

Whenever, we visited our maternal grandparents village to stay for summer vacation, my uncles used to tell a lot of stories of ghost appearances in the village. Mostly, they prefer to go to movies late at night and when younger one wanted to accompany them, they used to tell all these stories. If we persevere, they take us with them to the movie but explain the places like a)single palm tree, b) an old choultry unoccupied for years as most haunted. They tell wonderful stories about Kollivay Pisasu. They used to threaten it would ask questions about Slogams and if we don't answer, it would hit the person and make that person lose consciousness. What all I went through to see a movie can't be explained in a paragraph.

I have told this real life experience before in another thread but will repeat it again here. When we migrated to the US in 1995, we lived in a two bedroom apartment. My son used to sleep in one when my wife and I slept in the other. Occasionally, my son used to say a girl was talking to him in the night. I thought he was talking about one of his friends. Another day, he screamed in the night complaining that his cot was shaking and came running to our bedroom crying. We asked him to sleep in our bed room. Later, my in-laws visited us and my father-in-law complained about the same thing. However, within a few days, we bought a new home and moved in. So the problem was resolved.

Viswa

 

Interesting write up Cheeniya Sir! In villages this topic is discussed very often and many swear in the name of God that they have seen the ghost.

I had an interesting experience in 1983.After my father's demise my Amma refused to believe that father was no more and after 6 months she realised.She was living with my sister, brother-in-law and children in a village on the bank of cauvery.I took leave for two days and went from Chennai by bus.The bus stopped in the main road on the bank of cauvery at about 4 A. M. As it was very dark and as I had to walk nearly a mile through paddy fields I sat on a cement bench for 30 mts. As it was summer, some people started walking along the road.I too started walking towards the village with a small bag.4 ladies were coming with pots from the village.On seeing me, they just stopped and asked" Neeya?" ( Are you ?) I was wondering how they would have recognized me, since I was visiting the place for the first time.The second lady also said" neeya?" and started running.I heard them saying'athu avale thaan.( It is 'she' only. They started running with great speed dropping the brass pot.Sympathetically enough I called them back.They roared aloud,gasping for breath and ran.Within 15 mts I reached home and was talking to my mother.At about 6.30 my sister asked me to draw a big kolam as it was some festival.As I was kneeling and decorating kolam, one girl came near me, saw me with suspicion, ran into our house and informed my sister that a ghost was drawing kolam in the front yard.She dragged my sister out. My sister confirmed that I am her sister come from Madras.That girl brought all the four women to me.They said that some 20 days ago a lady had committed suicide drowning in the river and she had very similar looks of mine, green saree, two nose screws etc etc.In the early morning they had mistaken me to be the ghost of that girl and started running out of fear.Every one laughed and my sister's daughters started calling me as 'Pei sithi' thereafter.That is how I was transformed into a ghost.Whenever i visited the village later neighbours used to address me as 'pei thangai.

Whether I have seen ghost or not, the experience of being seen as ghost was more interesting.
I deserve this and much more for having visited the village in early morning hrs.Having been brought up in village I was never afraid to go out even at 3.30 or 4A. M . in the morning.
Jayasala 42