The incident took place a few months before the submission, then I pulled the class. Nine-Ten I have been studying in the hostel of the madrasa for the last two years. As many know, it is not uncommon for a miracle or haunted event to take place late at night on the campus of a madrasa or religious educational institution. There is something terrifying or ghostly at night in the boundaries of these institutions. Yes, indeed. That's exactly what I'm going to share today.
On one side of the madrasa campus there was 1 education building, 1 office building and 1 safe house. On the other side there was 1 more education building, 1 orphanage and next to it there was a kitchen. On the other side was the hostel and behind the hostel was 1 dense grave. On the other side was the road and on the side of the road was the river Karnafuli. And in the middle was a field of medium size. Imagine the atmosphere at night in such a place!
That night was very dark and gloomy. According to the rules of the hostel, we go to bed at 11 o'clock at night. Because everyone has to get up again before Fajr. So the hostel was completely empty that day. Because after the examination, everyone went home on leave. I was not allowed to leave the hostel because I was the eldest son. I was in such a big hostel with 2/3 more people including me that day.
However, I have been very sleep deprived since childhood. Even when I fell asleep, news of the whole world would come to my ears. I slept in my own bed that day as usual. The deeper the night, the louder the ticking of the clock on the wall. This is nothing new. But suddenly I can hear in my bedroom that the ticking sound of the clock has turned into a chattering sound. It was as if I was shocked to hear such a sudden change in the tone of a familiar word.
I paid attention to the matter and went back to sleep. After a while I can hear the word chat-chat very clearly. Again, I paid attention to sleep without giving importance. Just after a while I suddenly saw a large white cat enter the room through the gap in the window. As soon as I hit the cat with the torch, he looked at me with big eyes. Seeing the look of a little cat, I suddenly panicked. It was as if he was scared inside his chest. The cat was not known. A completely unfamiliar and large-sized healthy cat, never seen before on the madrasa campus.
I hissed the cat out of the room and he jumped out of the window again, looking at me again with a horrible look. I still didn't think anything unusual. So I closed all the windows in the room and fell asleep again. After a while, that chat-chat sound again. This time I noticed that the sound of chat-chat was not from the clock, but it was the sound of someone walking on the verandah with the sound of chat-chat. I didn't care, I fell asleep again. Just then he suddenly knocked on the window and slapped her hard for 3 hours. I was a little frightened by the sound of knocking on the window so many nights, but then I relaxed again. I thought, on a hot day so maybe the hostel super is walking outside. And he may have signaled for me to fall asleep because he saw me awake. I lay down in my mind again in complete silence.
But after a while I noticed that the Kalavaishakhi storm was blowing outside. Everything seems to be falling apart and a storm is raging. But the storm only comes from one end of the porch and goes to the other end. I thought, there are some clothes on the verandah, bring them inside. After a while I thought again, Nah, my lord had threatened me a little while ago. So if I go out now, I will gossip again later. I fell asleep again after thinking like this for seven or five days. It was better not to go out at that time.
After a while I saw that the storm was over. But suddenly the sound of a little babu crying is coming from outside. The sound of crying was first coming from the side of the dense grave behind the hostel. Slowly the sound of crying was getting louder and I could hear it very clearly. It was the sound of a babu crying. But surprisingly, Babuta is crying on the rice. Once crying, it goes to that end of the rice, it comes to this end again. I could clearly hear the cry of the grandfather and the sound of walking on the rice.
This time I started to feel a little scared. I sat up on the bed. But the other 2/3 people in the hostel were all snoring and sleeping. There is no big boy, they are all much younger than me. So I did not call any of them, because they will be more afraid of all this. So I lay down on the bed again, holding one ear with a pillow and the other with a blanket, so that I could not hear the sound of crying.
Yes, after staying like this for a while, I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. Someone opened the door. As soon as I hit the Thara torch light on the door near Sithan, I saw a boy from the hostel opening the door and leaving. I quickly jumped out of bed and went to him. He just opened the door and went down to the verandah and I called him from behind and grabbed his hand. Suddenly the boy looked at me to catch him like a hawk, but my eyes did not fall on him and he went to the far end of the porch. Then I was not at all ready for what I saw. That's when the incident happened.
Seeing such a scene at that moment, I felt as if I had lost my way in fear and lost my way. Holding the boy's hand and basically going out to the toilet. Raw woke up and looked at me with wide eyes and said, what happened brother? And by then I had entered the room with him and closed the door with a shout. The boy said, I went out to urinate brother, why did not let me go? What happened? I said, did you see anything outside the porch? He said, no brother. I was looking at you.
If you have seen the movie 'Torment of the Grave', you will surely understand that there was a shadow standing there that looked even more horrible and horrible than the character of Azrael in that movie. Someone was standing at the far end of the porch, like a tall, black shadow. But I was scared to see his eyes. Two big red eyes like a fireplace. Although I could not understand the shape of his body at a glance from a distance, but from such a long black body, two such blood-red eyes could be seen very clearly from a distance.
I looked at the clock without talking to the boy anymore. I see the clock is ticking at 3 o'clock at night. My body was trembling. I gave the boy an empty bottle from the room and told him to urinate in it and throw the bottle away in the morning. Then the boy saw my trembling and asked a little scared, well brother. Then the two of us huddled together and fell asleep in bed. From then on, the sound of humming and knocking on doors and windows began to come from the verandah. Screaming loudly and knocking on the door. I was very scared then. And just at this time, all the bad things that were happening on the campus of the madrasa came to mind one by one.
What I saw in the big coconut tree, when a madrasa lord jumped into a cotton tree in three leaps, when an old woman in the area was seen to be a coil of fire in the bushes at night. When a boy in the custody was slapped and made unconscious. When 8 lords were seen standing in front of the dense grave in the middle of the night in the style of janaza prayers, when Hafezi jinn was seen inside the mosque while praying tahajjud in the middle of the night, etc.
Although I was very scared to see it, but I was able to control myself a little because I was familiar with many such incidents before. Good luck. Otherwise, the boy who went out at that time would not have survived. Because, the next day I found out that night was the night of the new moon. It was pitch black and pitch black all around. And that night there was a knock on the door for about half an hour. The two of us started reading all the prayers we knew in fear. Moreover, in such a situation, no one is harmed, but I knew a lot about these things before.
I was able to control myself because I had a lot of experience in these matters before. I knew that there was no such thing as a ghost on earth. The things we know as ghosts are actually evil spirits, evil jinn-fairies, petni. And no bad thing can ever enter the house beyond the threshold of the house. All that can be done outside the house, but not inside. However, due to fear, a high fever came the next day. For three days in a row, I had only a burning fever. After the incident became known, Huzur Panipara did something else. Then after three days I got well again.
This was a small incident in my madrasa life while staying in a hostel. There are many more real experiences like this in my life. There is something even more frightening in my life, which is why I still can't sleep at night sometimes. I will say that one day. So far this is not a fabricated story. It's part of a ghost story in my life.