Real Ghost And Paranormal Stories From India

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Author: Shalu Sharma
can be logically explained.

Possession By A Dead Man’s Spirit
    For many, possession is something that they see in the movies and they forget
that it actually happens. I know it happens; I have seen it. The dead do talk
and sometimes, they take over the living. Let me tell you my story and you can
decide for yourself if you think possession is real or just something
manufactured by the movie industry.
    I loved when we visited my
grandparents in the village. The village was very rural surrounded by paddy
fields all around, it was a lovely place. My cousins and I would always have
fun and the “pepal” tree in the courtyard was our favorite spot to play. One
day, we were playing under the tree when we heard shouting and then a lot of
voices. My uncle shouted for us and we came running, eager to see what was
going on. Much of our family was there. My father and uncle were holding down a
man - my granddad’s cow herder. In the villages, farmers who were slightly well
off would have someone to herd their cows. My granddad had one too.
    The cow herder was yelling
incomprehensible things and his eyes were rolled up in his head so all we saw
was the whites of his eyes. The man was thrashing around, shouting gibberish,
trying to break free from my father and uncle. He would bend over backwards so
far that I was sure that his spine would break. It did not seem humanly
possible to bend the way he was trying to it. 
    We tried to catch some of
what he was saying, but it was just shouted gibberish and some of it sounded
like it was not words at all, just sounds and odd sounding syllables. 
    “Go clear out a cot” my
uncle shouted to us and we ran inside, clearing off a cot and moving it towards
the center of the courtyard. My uncle shouted for us to get a rope and my
cousin ran to get it, bringing it back quickly.  Another man took the rope and
my father and uncle tried to get the cow herder onto the cot but he fought
against it.
    It took three more men to
help my father and my uncle to hold the cow herder down and then another person
to tie him tightly to the cot. They tied him to the cot with his hands down by
his sides so he could not reach out and grab anybody and his legs were tied so
that he could not kick. The entire time, the cow herder jerked his head around,
shouting, fighting his bonds and shaking the cot. I half feared that he would
break free from the rope and attack us.
    His eyes were still rolled
up and then suddenly he went still. The silence was almost as bad as the
shouting. His eyes went back to normal and he regarded us quietly.
    “How did I get here,” he
demanded, “Untie me at once. I wish to go home.  What are you doing to me?”
    Something was very wrong, the
man was our cow herder but suddenly he seemed as if he did not know as at all.
    “Who are you,” my uncle
demanded to the man tied to the cot. The man gave his name, I cannot recall his
name at this time but he was a man who lived a few houses away in the same village.
He was not that well liked in the village, he had a reputation for being a bad
man and we had always been cautioned to steer clear of him. He was a known
gambler, and he had often cheated on his wife and often beat her. He also had a
reputation for land grabbing and while not much is known about his past, it was
known that he had left one village quickly after cheating several of the men in
the village. The man had fled rather than take responsibility for his crimes.
    The cow herder was no
friend of this man but yet he claimed to be him. His entire demeanor had
changed. The cow herder was a friendly man, with a kind face and expressive
eyes. Now, his face was sullen, his brow was furrowed and his eyes were
squinty. There was nothing friendly about his face, it looked mean and even
evil. It was unnatural, seeing the cow herder, our friend, glaring at us.
    My uncle told him that he
was not the man from a few houses down that he was our cow herder and he just
laughed. 
    “Not
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