Based on a true story…..
India is the land of gods. Innumerable prayers are offered to them every minute to an equal number of them. I believe in one God – The God. I don’t exactly believe in idol worship though I am not an iconoclast in anyways. What I mean to say is, God is the ultimate power, omnipresent, omnifarious and of course omniscient. But I normally see and pray to an image or an idol. The whole reason, I need to concentrate on some form of Him when I am praying. My prayers should converge at his feet and not diffuse into the thin air, which is also God Himself anyways, but concentrating on his image and praying gives me more satisfaction, even though I pray to Him in my inner self a few times too. I am too young and hardly know anything to say anything about god. The whole reason why I was speaking about God….
Nature is beautiful in its own way that it has created an opposing force for everything in this world. Even if I see God as a positive force from the eye of a physicist or an atheist, there should also exist a negative force. As we normally see in movies or read in books, the presence of a negative force is felt by a cold wave which sweeps across or a drop in temperature or a cross which hangs upside down.
I believe in the existence of a negative force, even though my senses haven’t had its manifestation, to say, never in fact. The Christians may call it Satan or the Hindus may call it with various names like rakhshas etc…
This particular Saturday, I have planned to visit a temple of Goddess Durga at Indrakeeladri, Vijayawada. I had to take the 0600 hrs flight and so I wanted to wake up early. I need to.
Saturday, 1100 hrs
‘Even as he was thinking about his dead wife, she suddenly appears in front of him at the window…’ and I squirmed on my seat. I was watching ‘The dragon Fly’. Even though I have seen Anurag Basu’s rip off ‘Saaya’ earlier, and I anticipated the scenes, I still couldn’t help myself.
Saturday, 1500 hrs
Everyone is seized by ‘the mouth of madness’ even as Sutter Cane’s horror works freak the shit out of Sam O Neill as well as me in this John Carpenter’s flick. This movie is also again about a seizure by a negative force which is more of a hallucination.
Saturday, 2030 hrs
I was picking up some empty DVD’s at Walden when my gaze got transfixed on the cover page of a book. It read ‘The Prayer’. I immediately turned to the flip side and started reading the premise. One line at the end caught my observation. ‘The prayer challenge – If you don’t find this book to be one of the scariest books you ever read, you can avail of our worldwide money back guarantee. Visit us at …’
‘Wow’ I thought. I am a big horror buff. I have seen many movies, gore, horror, crime etc. Few scenes did freak me out. Be it Ed Gein heaving the guy onto the U-hook and leaves him hanging and in pain in ‘Texas chainsaw massacre’ or be it the post mortem thingy in ‘Saw III’ where two doctors cut open jig-saw’s dead body or be it the demon which possesses father Karen after leaving Regan in ‘Exorcism’ or be it ‘Evil dead-I’ where the milieu amidst the screeching of the violins and the ghosts that scared the shit out of me… to name a few.
But I was never haunted in my dreams or never felt that these were so horrifying. I did squirm at particular instances, but that was out of a sudden trepidation because of an alien object or a sound. This happens even when some one suddenly jumps onto my front to scare me. Can this be called a moment of fright…. I don’t know.
Yeah… I was talking about ‘the prayer’. I picked the book and thought I can read it in tomorrow’s journey. They say curiosity killed the cat. It should be curiosity killed the man. I started to read the book the very moment I reached home.
Saturday, 2200 hrs
Pushing the book onto the table beside my bed and then pushing myself onto the bed, I pulled the quilt and started to doze off. But before that, I switched to Lord Shiva’s wallpaper on my mobile, prayed to him and set the alarm time to 0400 hrs and closed my eyes.
Before I start off with the actual horror, lemme give you an epigraph of my bedroom and the orientation of my bed. I sleep on a double cot bed with a table to my right on which I leave my laptop and an almirah to the left, when I sleep in an upright position. Towards my feet lies an opening which leads into the attached bathroom.
Sunday, 0315 hrs
I was sleeping to a side facing the almirah and my back towards the table. I really don’t know why I opened my eyes, but I felt something really strange. Even when you are sleeping, you can definitely see or feel things around you. Perhaps the subconscious mind never sleeps. A cold wave passed across me and I shivered under fright even as I woke up with a jerk.
I was unable to move, perhaps I can link it with a medical condition called sleep paralysis but my whole body shivered. I knew there was something in my room. Something super natural. I knew I had only one chance against the unseen demon. Pray. Pray to god. Even as I tried to reach for my mobile to unlock it and see the image of Lord Shiva, I was unable to move my hand. It was paralyzed and I was not able to reach for the mobile.
I was in a kinda psychic vibration for a few seconds. My whole body vibrated on the bed with me lying motionless. My brain asked me to pray. And as I was about to say the name of the Lord, my jaws were paralyzed too. ‘Sh….’ And my voice diffused into thin air even as I tried to move my hand or chant the name of the god.
My only hope left was to imagine a cross at least hoping that I would be saved. I always studied in Christian missionary schools and we used to pray to Jesus Christ every morning ‘Our father in heaven ...’. And so I wanted to imagine a cross. Moreover, it’s the easiest form of god any one can ever imagine. I always believed that the image of God itself would shun all the evil. Even as the cross was about to be framed in my mind, my mind also switched off immediately and blankness dawned upon me just like clouds eclipsing the moon.
My eyeballs began to oscillate beyond the closed eyelids and even before I had any idea as to what was happening around me, I suddenly opened the eyelids only to find that I was dreaming. My whole body was sweating under fright and my heart was thumping at almost 120 beats per sec. Perhaps this is most frightening moment ever in my life.
Sunday, 0330 hrs
Sometimes, dreams seem to look so real that they almost have you. I was almost dead for a few seconds. Heaving a sigh of relief I tried to reach for my mobile. This time with my eyes wide open. Midway in between, my hand paralyzed again. ‘No, this can’t be, you can’t let this happen to me god… Jesus… Shiva…’ and my jaws paralyzed, but for real, this time.
The entire bedroom was dark barring the light from the lamps in the adjacent house which faintly lit the room. The lights flickered for a moment and finally blacked out.
I was lying with my back towards the table and still under seize of trepidation. It was at that point of time when I saw him, the demon. In fact I haven’t seen the dark being, but I felt its presence. Yes, very close to me. A huge hand, I don’t remember how many fingers it had but I felt or saw the thumb and the index finger so huge and bulged and so yellowish with little hair and the skin peeled off at certain places, slowly move towards my back. It looked more like a huge bird’s claw.
I tried to scream and move and then I was seized again by the psychic vibration. My body began to vibrate much like my cell phone with all my muscles defying my conscious brain’s orders. The index finger and the thumb of the being which I could see approaching me from my back had black nails and that too very long. No, they are claws. It slowly touched my body and the vibration stopped suddenly nevertheless I was still paralyzed throughout.
With my back in the grip between the demon’s index finger and the thumb claws, I can feel the pressure mounting upon and so did the pain. Slowly the pressure dropped and the claws made their way to the spinal cord and started to press the bone hardly in between them.
‘God…..’ I shouted when the hand vanished into thin air even as I tried to reach for my mobile. I slowly tried to hold my mobile when a hand emerged from beneath the mattress. It was partially burnt and partially rotten as I could smell the same. A burning human body smells nauseates like an oil burning, after all the fat and the muscle gets burnt emanating a kinda highly obnoxious smell . And the hand tightened the grip on my hand that I left the mobile. My paralysis seemed to have ended and I was able to turn my head when I looked up, above me and another hand emerged from inside the bed holding onto my face and with the palm covering and fingers spread wide and holding my head onto the bed firmly.
From in between the gaps of the fingers holding my face firmly to the bed, I clearly saw with my eyes something even more frightening. There seemed to be a bulge in the wall. My eyes became big as I struggled to see what was happening and five to six beings emerged from out of the walls and walked towards me. All of them had one or two limbs missing. And the way they walked towards me, looked to me like they have come for organ replacements.
The flesh was coming off in bits and pieces as they walked towards me and their skin peeling off with slime dripping down those parts, the slime which looked greenish but with a tinge of blood red. How could I see them, I never knew, I just framed all these images in my mind. Perhaps an astral projection of myself was looking at my plight from outside my body frame.
One being slowly walked towards me dragging his body on a single feet even as the hands from beneath the bed held me onto it.
And suddenly they stopped. And the hands that firmly caught onto me retracted themselves into the bed. And these beings walked into the walls. ‘Is this over?’ I thought, when I felt a sever e pain in my lower back.
The same huge hand, which I call it the devil’s hand had its grip on my lower backbone and ‘Creak’ the bone was crushed and I cried out loud in pain even as my body wriggled under the same. For a few moments I wriggled and squirmed even as the bed creaked along on its legs and then the Demon loosened his grip when I felt a slight relief.
I was crying and crying even as I gathered some energy to walk down the bed and reach the bathroom. I wasn’t able to stand as my backbone was crushed and my legs refused to move. I was paralyzed from the spine to bottom and so I slowly crawled along the floor even as the nails dug across the marble as I tried to pull myself along the floor even as the nails made the scratching sound on the floor.
I have cried enough that tears stopped to come out the lacrimal glands. My eyes pained a lot when tears started to come again. I reached the bathroom and I slowly pulled up myself onto the wash basin with my hands. Even as I looked at the mirror, drops of blood trickled down my eye lashes and I dropped to the ground as my hands trembled and lost the grip.
‘Am I going to become one of them….’ I thought even as I dragged myself out of the bathroom and when I saw the beings come to life again, out from the walls.
Sunday, 0345 hrs
And suddenly there was the psychic vibration again and all the things that happened now slowly rewinded in front of my eyes in the reverse chronology. ‘This is too real to be a dream’ I thought even as I rushed my hand towards the mobile and unlocked it to see the image of Lord Shiva. And I held the mobile close to my heart. I knew I still had fifteen minutes to sleep.
But I dared not to. I was so freaked out. The sweat soaked my clothes wet.
‘That was a wonderful moment of fright… I am not gonna waste it, lemme pen down the same’, I thought. But I waited for 0400 hrs as my mom would wake up then and after that I wouldn’t be frightened.
I slowly held onto my mobile and started to frame the story.
Sunday, 0355 hrs
And if you are still waiting for the twist…. I give you not one… but three.
The first one, if you weren’t frightened, relive the story once again and imagine yourself to be in such a position. You would definitely squirm.
The second one, please… please… please… don’t think of this story when you go to sleep. Probably you may be haunted and hunted too. And do gimme a call, the next morning.
Sunday, 0400 hrs
And the third, I looked at the floor which bore the nail scratch marks. I slowly pulled the chair from the table and sat down when my back at the spinal cord region, hurt a lot even as I typed down, this story….
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