WHEN I WAS SIX , MY FRIEND VANISHED FROM HIS BATHROOM - WAS NEVER FOUND
Story goes back about 30 years . My friend Hitansh's family had moved to a very nice, newly build bungalow in Hauz Khas . The Mishra's (Father Abhay and Mother Kusum) had made their money supplying medical
equipment to nearby AIIMS and safdarjung and few other hospitals and a bunglow in Hauz Khas was a perfect announcement of their arrival on Delhi's social circuit.
One fine spring day in March , after our exams they moved into the house . It was perfect , other than the
fact that it smelled very heavily of phenyl . At first they ignored it, thinking it just the initial cleaning smell and will go away . But even after few days , the smell refused to leave . They checked every corner of the house but could not locate the source .
For sure it was irritating but after spending millions , they could not leave the house for a smell so they used agarbati etc to subdue the smell and eventually they got used to it .
However, what they could not get used to was this thin, rubbery , blackish things
usually of a size of a finger scattered throughout the house . Everyday they used to appear just randomly all over the house . Even while eating food , they will sometimes find this thing in the food . This is when they started realizing that not everything was normal
in this house .
Take for instance the bathroom on the ground floor . The ground floor bathroom was a guest bathroom and for a bathroom that was rarely used , it was always very oddly dirty . The water inside the pot was very dirty and mucky & there were strange particles always
floating on top of it . The pot always had dirty marks on it and the marks appeared minutes after you cleaned them . It was always damp , cold and if you touched the wall unintentionally you would feel a dense invisible substance sticking onto your hands and will send
shivers down the spine for some reason . On top of that .. the noises ! Have you ever heard strange noises coming out of shit pot ? This one did , everytime you opened it , there were noises coming out of it . At first they thought
there was problem with the water line and got it checked but it never stopped . They stopped using the bathroom eventually when Kusum Aunty one day found the pot full of 100s of those blackish, rubbery things that was usually found around the house .
Few days after moving, Hitansh told me in school that almost everyday he sees some girls walking around the backyard at night . Sometimes he sees them digging in backyard. At times there were faces in window who were calling him "beta" , " beta" and crying , wailing loudly
The same day , I heard my parents talking . Hitansh's father told my father that there have been strange women ringing their door bell and asking for " Shuklaji" Mostly young girls of 17, 18 years of age .
" I think Abhay is making losses in business or maybe he is
under some stress . He told me that he sees some girls digging his backyard with their bare hands and then when he goes down to catch them , their is no one there?
Hitansh was always sleepy at school and would barely be able to sleep at night. His father approached police since
everyday - during day he would have girls asking for Shuklaji and during night digging on his backyard . Money can easily buy you police protection .
But everytime Abhay showed them girls who were at the door , they were confused . Because there was no one on the door
They advised Abhay to see a doctor.
Then one day Hitansh did not come to school for couple of days . After 2 days , my father received a call from Abhay calling him frantically informing Hitansh had disappeared . My father & couple of other friends ( all doctors from AIIMS)
visited Abhay's house . Abhay & Kusum were completely distraught . Hitansh was playing in the house and in hurry went to the ground floor bathroom , the one which his dad had banned anyone from using .
Hitansh never came out of the bathroom . He just disappeared from inside.
There was no chance that he could have got out of window since the window was very small and also very high .
Just like that disappeared .
Then one of the doctor friend noticed those small black, leathery things that was scattered around the house & picked it up
" Why the hell do you have this in the house " . Doctor asked Abhay ? ." I dont know , it appears everyday randomly through the house " . Abhay replied .
" This is umbilical chord " . Doctor replied .
Then he inhaled the smell .
" Why is house smelling phenyl and dettol ?"
The doctor wondered aloud . He kept quite for few minutes and said to my father - " I have been in this house before . I am sure I have been "
And then he remembered .
Many years ago, the building on this land was an illegal abortion clinic . Especially visited by family of
unmarried girls for forced abortion and also abortion of girl child . The fetus were flushed down toilet, which was located at the same place as the toilet was now . Sometimes the new born were also killed by throwing them against the wall in toilet .
The bodies were buried in the backyard by Shukla who used to run this horror clinic .
Hitansh was never found . Before his parents left the house, they heard his desperate cry for help coming from inside the house.
FROM INSIDE OF THE POT IN THE TOILET
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DON’T , JUST DON’T HANG OUT UNDER THIS TREE AT DWARKA SECTOR 9 METRO STATION ( long thread)
Dwarka is one of the sub cities of Delhi , developed in late 90s/ early 2000 to cater for affordable housing for middle class . It also developed wide network of metro connectivity.
This story goes back to 2006 . My GF ( now wife) used to stay at Dwarka and every weekend , once the metro station opened in 2006 - I used to hang out at CP during afternoon and take metro to Dwarka to meet her in the evening .
There is one unusual thing I
noticed . As the time progressed , the ecosystem outside metro station ( auto wala , rickshaw wala , chai wala , thelas etc) instead of building up was actually decreasing . After a while especially in the evening there were hardly any people outside the metro station
HAUNTED STORIES OF DELHI : THE GRIEF
Growing up , there was one very peculiar thing in my family that I could never understand. Whenever they were very sad or grieving or with an extremely heavy heart they would go in this room , close the door and sat there ; sometimes for
minutes , sometimes for hours and sometimes for days . They would not eat or sleep when inside the room but when they came out they were calmer and visibly at peace .
Whenever I asked my parents about it they told me that they will let me know the family secret when I turned 21
Finally when I turned 21 , my parents and grandparents took me inside that room. Opened a door and handed me a pen . It was blue in color , with a silver medium nib and no markings or manufacturer name . It was made out of single piece of metal which meant there was no place to
THE MIDNIGHT CALL : I grew up in govt colony of Sarojini Nagar. Born there and stayed there till I was 20 . When I was 10-12 year old , Mr and Mrs Arora moved in as our neighbors . They were almost 50 at that time and since they had no kids , they showered me & my brother wt
lot of affection. 8-10 later Sheetal Arora aunty passed away in an road accident & uncle was left all alone . He was also suffering from final stage cancer so it was extremely difficult for him . The colony adopted uncle- all his meals, cleaning etc was taken care
the people of colony. I was responsible for taking him to hospital . Unfortunately it had become continuous in & out of hospital & in pain Since he would call at anytime , I had kept the landline next to my bed.
One night the landline rang and knowing only uncle called this hour
A TALE OF 4 NIGHTS IN DELHI IN 1999 ( MUST READ) : It was right after my 12th boards. I had taken up temp job at one of the 5 star hotels in south Delhi . The one where they hire undergrad for basic hotel jobs and also provide diploma in hotel management . Earn as you learn
My shift used to end around 1 AM and I had my dads Bajaj Chetak to commute . But that week since the scooter broke down , I had to make alternate arrangement to reach home . I didn’t like taking hotel cab as I didn’t like going home immediately after shift .
1st night : I got hold of a call center cab to drop me home for rs 10 .
2nd night : I could not get a cab even after waiting for it for an hour . Finally I flagged down an out of service DTC bus .
The drivers are usually taking the buses from one depot to another for repair
Thread on dying profession of Delhi / North India : 1) Cotton fluffers ( Rui pinjane wale) - They used to travel from colony to colony on their cycles , carrying the fluffing instrument called Dhuinki that looked like a music instrument and made strumming noise
Sitting outside the house, they will fluff out old cotton and fill it back into mattress and rajai . This used to be annual ritual before onset of winters
2) Knife Grinders- Churi tez karva lo was a very familiar sales cry as they travelled across the city on their cycles , grinding knives with a instrument that was attached to the pedal of the cycle to control the speed of grinder. Every house had those big ass
THE ONLY TEMPLE OF EXORCISM IN INDIA: DON'T TAKE PRASAD HOME & DON'T LOOK BACK:
I have seen my share of pain & helplessness in life but there have been only 2 instances where crying of people have made my stomach churn and knees week. One - The crying of people with severe burns
being given bath at the burns ward of Safdarjung Hospital 2) Shrieks of people believed to be possessed at Mehdipur Balaji temple at Dausa District, about 110 km from Jaipur .
The first time I visited the temple - I was shocked by 2 particular sites. Hundreds , like really
hundreds of devotees lying around with heavy stones on their body. They believe the stones can relieve you of any pain.
And secondly the room where the exorcism is performed. People banging their heads on the wall, Hot water being poured on people, people chained to large rocks