Thread by @TheDilliMirror

NEXT TIME THINK BEFORE GOING TO DELHI HAAT ( long thread but it might just save you )

We were deep inside Sanjay Van forest of Delhi. Tears rolled down the eyes of Deepak , as he blindfolded her and tied her to the tree. “ This is the only way to save my daughter “.

PI held him tight - “ I can’t help you if you don’t tell me everything from the beginning . When did all of this start “ . Deepak sat down under the same tree where he had tied her.

He wiped his tears - “ It was a Sunday just like any other . Me , wife and my daughter Divya

First went to Sarojini Nagar market to buy ek turi ka lahsun ( single pod garlic ) for my mother’s knee pain . It was Divya who found it for her grandmother , it’s only available at 1-2 places in entire Delhi . She loved her so much
Then we went to INA market

To buy some cutlery and glasses and then to Delhi haat . Divya bought some stuff , generally roamed around and were back home by dinner time .
This is when all of this started .
Divya went to her room to keep the shopping bags , came and sat on the dinning table

She then suddenly sat on the floor and demanded that food be served to her on the floor . We did just to play along . The moment the food was served , she began eating like a wild animal . Like she had not eaten for months .
Divya usually eats like a sparrow .

She takes one roti and keeps sitting with it but here she was eating with both hands . Sometimes just licking the plate directly with mouth while moving her eyes in all directions as if someone will take away all this food from her .
When I tired to stop her , she held

My hand , pushed me and growled at me . I was shocked .
As she was eating there was short circuit in the street light outside and sparks flew . It was very normal . But Divya let out blood curling scream . Closed her eyes and ears as if something horrific was happening to her

As if she was in pain .
Although the screams were coming out of Divya’s mouth . It was not Divya’s !
The voice was of somebody else . I still remember . I was stunned standing there. Whose voice was that ? My entire family was stunned . It was that different .

After that she suddenly was normal . And did not remember any part of last 1 hour . She was just surprised that we were eating sitting on the floor and she surprisingly felt very very full .
I took her to the room to tuck her in
The moment we entered her room

It was in a mess . Divya looked at me with surprised look “ I did not do this papa , I had kept all my dolls and toys in cupboard “ . All the toys were strewn outside the cupboard in the room .
I collected all the toys from the room and put them in the storage hamper

Opened the door of the cupboard , kept the hamper inside and closed the door of the cupboard .
The door did not move an inch . I pushed hard again . Nothing . I pushed and pushed until my arms were paining . Nothing .
I took the toy hamper out of cupboard

Before I could turn back again to try closing the door , it closed on its own .
Not only closed but there was click and it was locked .
All on its own .
Just to make sure Divya felt safe . I sat on the chair in her room after tucking her in . I dozed off

It must have been few hours when I woke up with strong smell .
“ Divya “ . I screamed, horrified as I closed my eyes and hurried out of the room calling my wife
Divya was crouched in the corner of the room , pants down , peeing right there in the room .
I told everything to

Wife and as she rushed in the room . Divya was sleeping on the bed as if nothing had happened . She woke with all the commotion- “ ewww what’s that smell , mummy “ .

I had no idea what was going on . It was like we were living with two Divya ‘s and no there was none of that

Split personality bullshit . We started her counseling as well but the doctor said that he could no see any signs of any mental distress either .

But the things kept getting worst . One day I went in her room at night to see if she was ok . She was up sitting with tail of

Lizard hanging from her mouth . She was eating a live wall lizard ! “ Bhookh” is all she said as she swallowed the entire lizard and went back to sleep .
As usual in the morning she didn’t remember any of it .

Things started getting bad in school as well . She was caught relieving herself in the corner of the classroom . Sometimes she insisted sitting on the floor to study .

One day she was caught eating specimens in the bio lab . We were asked to pull her out .
More strange things started happening . Everyday we found some of her dolls and toys completely disfigured strewn around the house until there were none left

Then one night as per usual habit I went to check on Divya at night . Her room is at the end of corridor . As I was walking the corridor - the door to her room opened on its own as if somebody pushed it . There was no one . Then my eyes moved to the floor .

There was this doll crawling on the floor . I literally watched her crawling from corridor through the door and inside the room . It pushed through the cupboard , went inside and the door of the cupboard closed . I was sick to my stomach . It looked like this

“ Where did you get that cloth doll ?” .I asked Divya . I have not seen this ever in the house .
“ I got it from Delhi haat the other day “ .
I immediately picked up the doll and threw it in the sewer few miles away from the house and hoped it was end of it .

Before I reached home , my wife called me - “ Come soon. It’s Divya . Please come soon “ .
The door to her room was closed and she was screaming . Again not in her voice but that same voice .

No matter what we did , the door did not open . I peeped through the key hole

The doll was sitting in Divya’s lap .

I rushed to Dilli haat to that shop where we had picked up the doll . The shop was filled with exactly same dolls . First the owner refused outrightly . When threatened tears started rolling down his eyes and he told me everything

The doll belonged to her daughter who was devoted mentally ill “ Pagal” and kept locked and chained inside a room . The local quack regularly gave electric shocks . The doll was the only company she had .
That girl died of electric shock but she didn’t cross over

and stayed with the doll . That explained the fear of electricity , the hunger , eating anything available , relieving herself in the same room she lived
It all made sense

I begged him . " Ask her to leave my daughter"
" She will leave when she has to , no one can make her leave " .
" There has to be some way . Please . I beg of you " .
There is only one way - " Make lot of food so your daughter comes out of the room to eat.

At that particular moment , take the doll , blindfold it and tie it to a tree deep inside some woods " . She will not come back .
At first I did not believe her but then I researched on the internet and found that there were similar things done in Singapore once to a

possessed doll . It was blindfolded , Allah was written on her blind fold and she was tied to a tree to free her .

And so here we are . I did not wanted to do this alone so called you.

I was silent , I didn't know what to do . We left the doll tied to tree next to Neela Hauz

Divya was not troubled again . But Sanjay Van was haunted forever . But thats a different story for a different day .

I didn’t take any picture of the that doll but it looked like Singapore one blondfolded and tied to tree