It’s been a while since I posted something new. It’s mainly because of this traumatic experience I went through, when I had been to Kerala recently. I never mentioned a word about this to anybody fearing what the consequence would be. Now that I cannot bear it anymore, I thought it would be better of sharing it with people. Most of you might have seen movies like Exorcist, Exorcism of Emily Rose etc. Have you ever imagined yourself being in one such story?
I was walking alone across the empty street one night. The wind was blowing hard. I could hear the rustling sounds of leaves. It was around 7:30, getting darker with no lights on the street. Strangely for some reason there was no soul on the road either. I was going by the fields when I heard a voice, a faint one. It was a woman's, asking for help. The voice had the sense of urgency. I wasn't sure whether to go ahead and provide help or to carry on with my work.
I was determined to help. I went towards the direction of the voice. The voice became louder as I went deeper. It was coming from somewhere deep inside that field. The field was covered with lots of water. I entered the field, knee-deep into the mud, dragged my feet across the swamp not worrying about the clothes. It was totally dark by then. I could hardly see anything. After I pushed myself a little deeper into the field I could trace out something white in color, amidst the darkness. It was a woman, wearing a saree, lying down. She was lying beside someone, I could not see clearly whom. She saw me coming and rushed towards me. I was taken aback a little. She shouted " help me ... my husband ...he was bitten by a snake... please do something" I got the picture now. I rushed towards the man lying on the floor. He was wearing a shirt and pants and was lying with his belly touching the ground. I went near by to get a look and turned him so that he would face me. It was a mannequin, a stuffed one used to scare crows. On looking at that I was shocked beyond surprise. My heart was pounding. I was unable to turn back. I could hear a wicked laughter from behind. The laugh faded giving me enough courage to turn my head and look back. She was not seen anywhere. I turned back towards the dummy and there she was, lying on the floor at the place where the dummy used to be, with a cynical smile. She looked straight into my eyes, raising her eyebrows, which said, “were you searching for me?" My heart skipped a beat. I was frozen. Instinctively, took few steps back and someone laid their hand on me from behind. I shrieked out and turned back to find out that was the scare-crow-mannequin. It was moving, actually mocking me, laughing. I started to run away from the field. The crop, now looked like wild grass, was moving violently. The crop was trying to lock me as I was running across them. To my horror, my feet suddenly stopped moving. I did not know why. It was hard to move them. Though I had the urge to run as fast as an athlete, my feet weren't giving in. I wondered why this was happening and took a look at my feet. Somebody was holding them from behind! I was kicking hard and struggling to get my feet off those hands. I heard someone shouting in pain, actually scolding me, for something I have done. That voice seemed familiar. It was my cousin. I was wondering..."How I could hear him now? Where am I?" I tried to look around. Nobody was holding my feet nor was it dark around. I wasn't standing either. It was then I realized my eyes were closed all this time and I'm opening them just now ... I was in my room, sleeping.
I tried to explain that bizarre dream to my cousin, but he wouldn't listen to me. He still thinks I kicked him because he woke me up while I was sleeping. I continue to sleep and dream hoping that I would get another one, probably a better one.
