According to the nurse, the patient suffered from a variety
of ailments that could end his life at any time. However, the man was terrified
of death and raged at the nurses to keep him alive. “Every time his heart
monitor beeped, he would go into a rage screaming, ‘Don’t let me die! Don’t let
me die,’” the nurse writes. “We soon found out why he didn’t want to die.” One
night, the patient took a turn for the worse, and the nurse rushed into his
room with emergency supplies. However, she wasn’t prepared for what she found.
“This man was sitting about two inches above the bed and was laughing,” the
nurse writes. “His whole look completely changed. His eyes had a look of pure
evil and he had this evil smile on his face. He laughed at us and said, ‘You
stupid bitches aren’t going to let me die are you?’”. After this frightening
outburst, the man went into cardiac arrest and died 20 minutes later. However,
the terror was far from over. Five minutes after a doctor pronounced the
patient dead, the newly-deceased man sat up in bed and started to laugh, saying
“You let him die. Too bad.” What happened next sounds like something from a
horror movie? “We heard a horrible, agonizing scream and then you could hear
‘don’t let me die’ whispered throughout the unit,” the nurse reports. “Every
one of the nurses that night was pale and scared. Nobody went anywhere by
themselves. By morning, the whispers of ‘don’t let me die’ were gone.”
Rahul Banerjee
Monday, October 31, 2016
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Reflection
Throughout history, a
number of myths or superstitions have been born of mirrors and reflections. One
of the superstitions we've all heard of is the direness of breaking a mirror,
which is suppose to give the careless person seven years of bad luck. But
perhaps even more alarming is the connection that mirrors have to the human
soul.
It's thought that since
mirrors hold one's reflection that they also hold a bit of one’s spirit, and in
some cultures mirrors actually reflect the presence of a person's soul.
Doubtlessly, such beliefs
have given rise to many superstitions and customs. Some of these beliefs
probably came about because mirrors were scarce and of inferior quality in
pre-industrial Kurseong, West Bengal thus presenting the bearer with a grossly
distorted image. In fact, many cultures believe that the reflection in a mirror
represents another world or dimension that leads to the spirit world. Basically
everything in our world exists in reverse there; black is light, good is evil,
day is night, etc.
Unsurprisingly, it's
thought that souls on the other side seek to return to this dimension using a
mirror's reflection as a gate.
Throughout Kurseong it has
been customary to turn mirrors around to face the wall when someone in the
household dies. It's thought that if the spirit sees its reflection that it can
return to animate the body. In some areas of Kurseong it's even customary to
empty all water containers, since the liquid holds a reflection that the
bodiless soul can use. This custom is taken a step further in Romania where all
water containers are covered at night, because it's believed that the spirit
wanders about then and can fall into the water and drown. Along the lines of
the wandering spirit philosophy, Romanians also believe that it's helpful to
open the doors and windows at the time of a loved-one's death so that the
spirit will depart this world for the next one.
In contrast, the people of
Macedonia purposely place a container of water at gravesides in order to trap a
bad spirit that may be in the grave, and thus prevent it from tormenting others
at night.
All these myths give rise
to the belief that water and evil doesn't mix well--perhaps the reason why the
wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz was defeated with water.
But the reflection of
water and mirrors wasn't the only worry for the superstitious. The eyes could
also hold a reflection and were thus capable of capturing souls. This belief
gave rise to the practice of avoiding the gaze of the dead. It was thought that
since death was reflected in the eyes of a corpse that it would somehow be
transmitted to the observers, bringing upon them certain and eminent death.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
The Consequences of Midnight
It all started when I met my first husband, I was only 18 years old and strange things began to happen as soon as he entered my life. I always had a feeling of someone watching over me, but it wasn't until we became engaged when I was 19 where I first saw what I can only describe as a ghost.
She appeared every
time I had a low day and thought about trying again with my husband. I never
did, I moved back in with my parents. During my time in the bad marriage my mum
hired a medium who described our family so well; my father’s job, my brothers
personality everything, so my mum questioned here about someone being un the
house but she said there was no man, just a naughty young boy who was harmless.
Basically I would
like to know... What on earth is happening to me? Has someone been warning me?
Or is someone tormenting me?
Thursday, February 12, 2015
14th Feb
14th Feb
A doctor entered the
hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the
call asap, changed his clothes and went directly to the surgery block. He
found the boy’s father pacing in the hall waiting for the doctor.
hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the
call asap, changed his clothes and went directly to the surgery block. He
found the boy’s father pacing in the hall waiting for the doctor.
On seeing him, the
father yelled, “Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my
son’s life is in danger? Don’t you have any sense of responsibility?”
father yelled, “Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my
son’s life is in danger? Don’t you have any sense of responsibility?”
Hey.. wait a minute
today is Valentine’s Day. So you are in a fancy date with your lady? Am I right
doctor?
today is Valentine’s Day. So you are in a fancy date with your lady? Am I right
doctor?
The doctor smiled
and said, “I am sorry, I wasn't in the hospital and I came as fast as I could
after receiving the call and now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my
work”.
and said, “I am sorry, I wasn't in the hospital and I came as fast as I could
after receiving the call and now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my
work”.
“Calm down? What if
your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies
while waiting for doctor than what will you do?” said the father angrily.
The doctor smiled again and replied, “We will do our best by God’s grace and
you should also pray for your son’s healthy life”.
your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies
while waiting for doctor than what will you do?” said the father angrily.
The doctor smiled again and replied, “We will do our best by God’s grace and
you should also pray for your son’s healthy life”.
“Giving advises when
we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.
we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.
The surgery took
some hours after which the doctor went out happy, “Thank goodness! Your son is
saved!” And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way
running by saying, “If you have any questions, ask the nurse”.
some hours after which the doctor went out happy, “Thank goodness! Your son is
saved!” And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way
running by saying, “If you have any questions, ask the nurse”.
“Why is he so
arrogant? He couldn't wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state”
Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.
The nurse answered, tears coming down her face,
arrogant? He couldn't wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state”
Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.
The nurse answered, tears coming down her face,
“His son died
yesterday in a road accident, he was at the burial when we called him for your
son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to
finish his son’s burial.”
yesterday in a road accident, he was at the burial when we called him for your
son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to
finish his son’s burial.”
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Mutation
Breathing heavily,
my eyes begin to burn. I start to freeze from my toes to the top of my head.
Inside feels cold and broken as if I was dead. I get the eager to have a taste
of blood. The thought rolls in my mind for a few minutes. Hunger builds up inside,
before I get the chance to move I fall to the ground. My eye site is gone.
I open my eyes and
see nothing but darkness around me. I get up slowly, my body is very weak. I
start to smell something that makes me want to go after it. So I run towards
the smell like I was hunting for food. I reach where the smell was coming from,
my eyes become wide. My fane’s grow, and I bit down on the animal that I had
been after. The taste of blood flows through my body. Soon as I am full, I get
a boost of energy as if I had been reborn.
I wipe the blood off
my face. My eyes go back to normal and my fane’s go back to their normal size.
I look down on the ground at the animal. It was tore into pieces. My eyes begin
to water as if I was crying. I think to myself ‘what have I done, who am I, or
what have I become?’ those questions roll in my mind for a few minutes.
When my eyes dry,
and my body calms down. I run home, and hop into the shower. I wash the blood
off my skin. I look down and watch the dark blood drain down. I sit down and
cry while the water is still running. I picture the animal that I had killed,
and it keeps repeating in my mind over and over.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Surgery
I'm really nervous about
my surgery, I never had surgery before. Worse thing is my grandmother couldn't
come to support me, she was sitting on the edge of hospital in his gown, I'm
trying not to worry. The nice nurse had told him that a tonsillectomy was
nothing to worry about, they performed thousands of them and it was very
simple. I was slightly calmer when they wheeled me into surgery. The
anesthesiologist was very nice, putting the gas mask over my face and telling
me to count backwards from 10 and take deep breaths, and that the gas might
make me think or see funny things. Everyone was smiling, their surgical masks
down so I could see them smiling to reassure me. The last thing I saw, a weird
hallucination, all the operating tools had been replaced with cutlery.
Friday, June 20, 2014
The Red Wristband
When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a
white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored
wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead
people.
There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school
hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the
basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He
casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator
door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close
button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman
reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other
woman in.
The doctor said, “That was the woman I just operated on. She
died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was
wearing?”
The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like
this?”
Monday, June 2, 2014
Block - D Sector - 5
This is an
experience which I would like to share with all my friends here. This happened
last year when I was associated with ___pro (BPO).
I was doing an
evening shift. My shift timing was 5:30 p.m.-3:00 Am. I took the drop at 3:15 a.m.
While we were passing by a place called Block - D , a strange thing happened.
All of us in the cab suddenly started feeling extremely warm and suffocating.
It was unbearable. It felt as we were about to die because of suffocation.
Strangely, as soon we went ahead for just 1 minute from that place, everything
became normal once again. The temperature was normal, that suffocation was
gone, and we were able to breathe in normally.
We came back the
next day and got in touch with some of the local people of that area. Then we
came to know that a couple of years back an extremely sad incident had taken
place. A lady who worked in a BPO was returning from her workplace. As she
resided nearby, so she did not use to take the office drop. She used to commute
by herself. On that tragic night she was on her way home when a cab came and
hit her and killed her. After that these kind of strange and horrible incidents
have been happening and many people have faced strange and weird incidents.
I still do not know
what that was, but those 2-3 minutes were perhaps the most horrible moments in
my life.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Black Tears
This happened when I
was into my second year of Medical School. Usually we had to stay back in the
hospitals either to assist the seniors or work over our cases. Let me confess
that I, being the first doctor in our family, was never used to seeing so much
of blood, pain & death lying around - not to mention the nauseous smell
of the medicines & chemicals. Most of my first year went into crying
for home, puking during practical and crying more...
It was in the month
of August that I and my classmate Sheena stayed back in the morgue to complete
our case studies. Just the same morning, a critical case had arrived in the
hospital wherein a woman of 29 was badly hit by a speeding car. The woman
breathed her last about an hour after being admitted to the ICU. Her family,
including her parents, her two daughters and her relatives were mourning
endlessly. Apparently, the woman was a widow - her daughters were crying
dreadfully, kneeling before their mother's dead body. Me and Sheena were
horrified watching the total chaos.
It was around 9 pm
and we were working over an teenage accident case. Suddenly, we realized that
the dead widow was lying just two bodies away. We were overcome with whist of
fear and depression, especially because we had seen that very woman pass away
this morning. We started talking about what would happen to her little
daughters and her parents.
All of a sudden,
Sheena shrieked and pointed out horrifyingly at the woman. I turned around and
saw that black tears were trickling down the dead woman's eyes. I was shocked
for a moment but then I thought this might be some kind of biological reaction
(something like rigor mortis. I told Sheena to calm down - I told her this
might be some kind of after-death reaction and we should note it down so that
we can ask our professors about it. This calmed Sheena for a while.
However, after 5
mins, we could hear distinct noises - more of moans coming out of the woman's
body. Tears continued to trickle down. It was as if the woman was either alive
somewhere and moaning or she dead and repenting it. Either ways, I and Sheena
were scared and ran out to call for help. Our seniors came inside and checked
the body. Surprisingly, there were no moans - the body was lying as cold as
ever.
Today, even after 5
years, we still have this memory fresh in our mind.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Highway to Hell
Manohar felt great. He had the road all to himself. For hours his
only company had been the thousands of tiny insects dancing in the beams of the
headlights.
Cool mountain air rushed
into the cab through the open window. It carried a hint of rain, but the sky
was cloudless, marked only by the countless sparkling stars and the thin glow
of a crescent moon.
The feeling of freedom and
power as he pressed down on the accelerator was overwhelming - almost
intoxicating. Only one thing bothered him at the moment. He didn't know where
he was.
Not that he was lost.
Manohar never got lost, at least not for very long. He just didn't know
where he was. Or why. Or how he'd come to be there, or where he was going.
He was just driving, all
alone, in the middle of nowhere, for no reason that he could remember.
He knew other drivers who
would fall into a semi-sleep at the wheel. They'd experience a temporary
disorientation. But Manohar knew that he hadn't dozed off. He was wide
awake, and fully aware of everything around him.
He thought back, trying to
remember when he'd stopped last
Two days before he'd been
in Forest road. That's where Sara lived, so he certainly couldn't forget that.
After Forest road..
Nothing. Two days were missing.
He looked straight ahead
through the darkness, trying to find the telltale dome of light of a city or
town. Eventually he must come across a town - something that would give him his
bearings. The road stretched out, surrounded by dense forest, on and on, with
no signs of ever ending. The view in the mirror was the same.
The radio was silent. Its
light tried to tell him that it was working, but nothing came through the
speaker but soft static. Every channel was the same. Either he was too far from
any transmitter, or absolutely nobody was on the air.
Without warning a man
appeared in the road ahead. In the frightening and helpless second before
collision, Manohar saw that the man was just standing there, arms raised,
and smiling.
Manohar's hands
automatically tightened on the wheel. There was no impact. No thud.
Manohar clearly saw the image of the man slide through the cab and then
disappears through the back wall of the van.
Manohar braked hard
and fought to keep the van from going out of control. The right wheels bit into
the gravel of the shoulder and sent up a wake of dust. Just inches from a large
and very hard tree the van came to a stop.
Adrenalin shot through his
veins as he hopped from the van. He looked back through the darkness and saw
that the man was now walking toward him, and still smiling. Just fifty yards
away the man stopped, and then waved.
"Hello. I was
wondering if you'd be by tonight. I've been waiting for you."
Manohar felt the
blood rush to his face, leaving a streak of icy cold along his spine. His hand
was shaking badly. Fighting a desperate flood of panic he reached into the van
and pulled out a large wrench.
"Hold it right there,
Man," he commanded.
The man shrugged.
"Okay, if that's what you want. But you might as well put the wrench away.
It won't do you any good."
"Step closer and
we'll see just how much good it does. Now who the hell are you, and what do you
want with me?"
"It doesn't really
matter who I am. You're Manohar , right?"
"Yeah. So
what?"
"Well, Manohar,
I've come to release you from this world."
The chill along his spine
exploded, spreading a tingling numbness all through his body. Breath came hard.
The man began walking toward him again, arms open.
"Stand where you
are!" Manohar screamed.
The man ignored it, and
was smiling even wider than before. "There's no need to be afraid,
Manohar. Accept it, and it will be much easier.
Using both hands
Manohar raised the wrench and hurled it at the approaching stranger. It
sailed through him and slid along the road behind.
"Calm down,
Manohar. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm going to help you. I'm here to
release you from this world."
Manohar tightened
his fists, knowing very well that all his strength wouldn't help him against
this . . . this creature of darkness. "How can I fight a ghost?" he
thought in panic.
The man came very close
before he stopped, and then stood looking at Manohar and smiling.
"Being dead isn't so bad. You'll see."
"But I don't want to
be dead!"
"I'm afraid you have
no choice, Manohar. There's nothing you can do about it." The man
opened his arms again, as if to take Manohar into his embrace.
Manohar backed up
quickly and yelled, "Get away from me. No spook is going to touch
me!"
The man smiled and lowered
his arms. "Do you know what a ghost is, really?"
A drop of sweat fell down
Manohar's nose and into his mouth. "Yeah. They're dead people."
"Not all dead people
are ghosts, but you're right, in a way. Some who have died just wander around,
and won't let go of this physical world. They sometimes stay around the spot
where they died - such as this road."
Cold kept spreading
through Manohar until now he was shivering. He swallowed hard, trying to
remove the grapefruit sized lump in his throat. "Then why don't you just
leave!!! Why do you want to go haunting a road for?"
The stranger stared at
Manohar, the smile gone. "You don't understand yet, do you
Manohar? It's not me who's haunting this road. I'm quite alive. You are
the ghost. You died on this road thirteen days ago and have been driving it
ever since. Now you can leave. There's no reason for you to stay lost any
longer.
"You're dead,
Manohar."
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