story of the haunted bus stop--PART 1

Afgan Church enterance

Me  and my friend Pooja sitting on the stairs of Afgan Church, admiring the beauty of the old church and the area which was full of greenry some old buildings of pre-independence era constructed by  British government. We were  discussing  about our regular routene throughout the week whilst the cool breeze was constantly flowing from the Arabean sea and kept the atmosphere cool and pleasant in the hot  summer evening.

Arabean Sea

While discussion was still on I showed Pooja a bus stop that was located outside the church and told her that it was rumured to be a  haunted bus stop. She asked curiously ,”Have you ever had any such experience “.She knew that my childhood was spent in that area and I was very well aware of each and every detail of that area.I said ,” that normally we were never allowed to  roam there after sunset. It was rumured that in night on that bus stop a lady used to appear who actually was a spirit .I never got opportunity to go there in night  after sunset  in dark till that one night which I still can’t forget  ”she wanted to about   the incident , so here I am sharing this incident with everyone.

Long back, When I was a  ninth grade student, I got selected  inter school sports meet.we were about   group of ten students along with an incharge teacher. We went to Ambarnath school to participate. While returning  home I was dropped at Afgan church bus stop alone. The reason for dropping me alone there was ,because all my friends including our teacher were staying in navy nagar while I alone belonged to the other area Trata Road. Afgan church was the junction and from there the two areas were  separated by  two different lanes each opposite to each other. I was standing on the bus stop located near Arabean sea and  on the opposite side of the road  was that haunted bus stop. The place  was completely desolated.the sea breeze sounded very creepy in that night. Everything  was very spooky. I was scared and was  eagerly waiting for my bus and constantly looking at the haunted bus stop and within   praying for my safety. There was no sign any bus or any other vehicle. I was now shivering with fear .to increase my fear in that deadly night a lady appeared on the opposite side of bus stop. She was looking very barbaric in the dim light of street lamps. She stared me and left the bus stop. This brought a sense of relief in me that the lady might be actual human with flesh and blood and not a spirit. But after sometime she   appeared again and proved me wrong  .This time she had a big knife in her hand and along with that weapon she was crossing the road and coming closer to me.I was totally blown away by her gestures . Now, I was damn sure  that she was a spirit who has murdered many innocent ones and today it was  my  turn. I was not in mood to die that night . I was only ninth grade kid not even experienced the tenth board fever yet. So many plans were pending for  up coming college life and future plans.I wanted life, my sweet life.In order to save my life I used my athlete skills which I failed to show in  the morning in Kendriya Vidyalaya Ambernath ,but  due to this ghost got one more chance to prove my skills  . So now it was time to get ready...... In the name of Holy spirit and my precious life .It was time  .....to get set and gooooooooo!!!!!!!!

The lady also ran  behind me and  shouted from behind ,” come back , I will kill you. But I  remain stuck with a rule which was used as safety precaution in haunted places  that don’t look back when ghost is calling.I didn't looked back but  answered back," go away". whenever she was screaming some noise was coming .sometimes the trees were swaying and making noise and sometimes the sea breeze was making noise. I preferred to ignored all the screams and noises and tried to reach my home as soon as possible.

Once I reached home, I saw my friends and family waiting for me .I was breathing heavily.  I told them about the incident .That night we had a huge discussion about the ghost world. 

Anyways, the creepy night was  only a history now but that lady was mystery.Pooja was little scared and asked me whether the lady was  really a spirit.  Well, I will reveal this in my next post.

 Right now enjoy this poetry. Today's topic for my poetry is DARR means fear.
                                 डर 😱 
धीमे पैरो से गूजरिया चली 
दबाते  हुए पायल की छन छन 
हाथों  को  हाथों  से  बांधे  चली 
संभाले  न चूड़ी  कर दे खन खन 

आंगन की दुलारी खिलती कली 
अनजानी गली में  भयभीत  भयी
 चौबारे की एक थिरकती बिजली 
अजनबी चेहरों  से भयभीत  हुई 

तेजी से चली चेहरे को ढक कर 
डगमगाते  कदम चिकनाई मे फिसले 
बचने की कोशिश की किनारे लपक कर 
किनारे भी उस संग दरिया में फिसले

अजनबी से हाथो ने पकडना जो चाहा 
 ऐसी डरी थी  कि हाथों  को झटकारा
गहरे से पानी में  तिनके  सी जान 
बहा ले गयी उसे दरिया  की धारा

रक्षक बन कुछ   आए थे  मगर 
मति  पर उसके  विराजा था  डर 
रक्षक  से हाथ  न  छुड़ाती अगर 
बच जाती उसकी  जीवन डगर