The Janitor

This incident was related to me by my cousin. She works at the outpatient section in the hospital.

That night as usual, she was getting ready to go home when one of the nurses there ask her if she don’t mind checking some paperwork before she go. So she decided to stay for a while.

The checks didn’t take long, she manages to finish the paperwork’s before 11:30 pm.

(The time when the janitor would come to lock the doors of the respective outpatient sections)

As she was walking happily ready to go home, she realizes that she had forgotten her wallet. She rushed back to the hospital so that she could catch the janitor before he locks her section.

As she was running frantically down the corridor towards her clinic, she saw the janitor locking the door. She shouted for him to stop telling him that she had left something behind.

For whatever reason, he ignored her. She continued running towards him. Running and shouting. Finally, as she was about 3 feet away from him he turn towards her and smile. What she saw freaks her out. The janitor’s face was hideous and his skin looks as if it had been bitten off by thousands of maggots. Before she fainted, she heard him said “Did you forget something my child?”

When she regains consciousness, the real janitor was looking at her. He asks her what happen and told her he was a bit late today as his son was sick. He helps my cousin up and then told her never to walk along the corridors again after 11:50 pm. He never told her the reasons why and i don’t think my cousin wanted to know either.

By - Rahul Banerjee

May 2013

        It was the end of may and the harsh wind blew hot and humid, kicking up a storm for the evening hours. Off to the north the black clouds had started to brew and roll. It was about 6:30 PM and my date was late. He would not tell me where he planned to take me, it was a surprise. Now, being 30 minutes late, I began to wonder what could possibly be going on, if I would be going anywhere.

I walked out onto the open front porch and could almost smell the rain coming. It began to grow darker. I decided if he arrived, we would just stay at my house until the storm passed.  Then started to worry that he may be riding his motor cycle; motor cycles and thunder storms do not mix. He knew I despised motor cycles, but.  Well hopefully he would be in his truck.

As the dreaded motor cycle came around the corner, the rain began to spit big fat drops. He got off the bike and indicated we needed to hurry up. I told him I was not going, it was raining, IA was not getting on the bike, and I wouldn't even if it was not raining. After he became increasingly angry with me and refused to stay at my house until the storm passed, he got on the motorcycle and started off into the down poor I looked up and all I could see was flashing red and blue lights, such as those coming off an emergency vehicle. I watched for a few minutes, thinking there must have been an accident right in front of my house. I could hear screams of agony, sounding as if they were coming from in a few feet in front of me, no one was there. I turned around to grab my iced tea I had brought on to the porch with me, as I turned back, the lights were all gone. There was no evidence of an accident either.

I shook my head and turned to go into the house, as I turned I could hear the unmistakable roar of his motor cycle starting, and then screeching tires. I whirled around and nothing was there.

I turned back around after a few moments and decided I would sit on the porch for a while; surely the heat had gotten to me causing me to see and hear things. About 20 minutes later, my mom called me at the screen door telling me I had a call. I asked who it was as my mom was familiar with all of my friends, she stated she didn't recognize the voice. I went in and answered the phone.

The voice on the other end of the line clarified my name and asked how I was related to Mark, my would be date from earlier. I told them I was not related, that we had been dating for a few weeks. I was then informed that he had my name and phone number in his back pocket so I was the first person they called. Mark had been in an accident on his motor cycle. The roads were wet and slick, he skidded out of control and came to rest on a couple of those sand barrels that are used for street barriers.

As the accident was being described to me by phone, I looked up and saw the flashing red and blue lights again, I heard the screech of tires. I closed my eyes tightly and said a silent pray. As I opened my eyes, again the lights and the screeching sounds were gone.

I was told to contact his parents and come to the hospital; they would not release his condition to me over the phone. I told my mom, she drove me to his parents home and I told them of the call. We all went to the hospital together.

By the time we arrived at the hospital, Mark's left leg had been put into a cast all the way to his .., his scrapes and cuts had been cleaned on his arms and face and he was arguing that he did not need to have the cervical collar on.

Mark ended up staying in the hospital overnight for observation, but he eventually recovered completely. We did not continue to date after that night.

By- Rahul Banerjee

Darkness within

As I looked into the mirror, and saw the creation which was fading

I sailed the darkened waters of my soul on the ship of flaming hate

Towards the land of the damned..

The cold winds of the darkness blow strongly

The cemetery glows in the dark

A thousand times, thousand voices are screaming  from beyond

A number of faceless shapes march forth from the darkness within

Life is slowly passing away, poisoned by guilt and sin

Embraced in Black  lie

Only waiting to X  the greatest of life's events

And I begin my journey..

As hands of greater characters unveil the world

Plunging through space and time, my prison has now been slain

Purifies my soul .. 

The Rehab Center

                                               

    

28th June 2012.

I was staying in a 3 month rehabilitation program. There were four of us in the room.

One night I awoke  at 3:00 a.m.(which is how it has always been for me)

and I saw an apparition on the wall kind of floating above one of the other girls that was

Sleeping. It was a very clear image .She had a towel on her head like she just

got out of the shower. She looked pasty white with dark circles under her eyes

and looked tired. Her face was clear  and I was a little wearing a bathrobe.

She just kept staring at me  and she seemed very sad. I was a little frightened

at fast and then I realized she was an addict who had struggled like me. I kept

staring at her then I told her it was okay, that she could go home now. I then

closed my eyes. This all took place within a 20- minute time span.

I could not go back to sleep so I got up to have cigarette. There was another

girl sitting outside that had been there for a while. I told her what I had seen

and described the girl  in detail. She started shaking and became visible upset.

She told me the story of that girl I saw. she had been a client at the facility.

She was a beautiful girl that sang and played guitar. she was well liked.

But as I said, she was an addict. One night she couldn't take it anymore

and blotted out of the facility. She was hit by an oncoming train and was killed

.

Nobody knew if she did this on purpose or not, but the consensus was she

Committed suicide. It had happened one month ago.

The next morning, I spoke to one of the counselors about this.

I described the girl face then showed me a picture of the girl. It was the face

exactly as I had seen it. 

Sophie

Sophie made her way home on a dark wet December evening. She had been worrying as to if her car would  be up for the whole journey home.

It had been acting up lately including having trouble starting it early that morning for her trip to work, leading her to be thirty minutes late for work. Sophie had so much to get through that she stayed behind for those extra thirty minutes after she was due to be off so that her work load wouldn’t fall behind any more than she already was behind.

      The road ahead was a long dark one, with lamp posts being few and far between. Rain began to fall lightly and the car was travelling well. Sophie turned her radio on, flicked through the stations until she came to a song she liked, then began to hum and sing away to herself.

       Traffic too was light. The full on lights of an oncoming car almost blinded Sophie. She beeped and shouted out a profanity as the vehicle passed. It braked and u-turned before beginning to follow Sophie. She suddenly regretted beeping the car as it had passed her. The car behind approached quickly, beeping and flashing its lights. Those lights shone bright in Sophie’s rear view mirrors, once again almost blinding her. Sophie began to panic and increased her own speed, once again worrying about the ability of her car to bring her to safety. 

      Sophie reached into her handbag which was sitting on the passenger seat and she attempted to get her phone. The distraction along with the speed she was travelling and the car behind her still beeping and flashing its lights almost lead to Sophie to lose control of her car while at the same time caused her to drop her mobile phone. Having that happen was the last thing Sophie needed.

      Further panic ensued when the vehicle pulled up along Sophie. The male driver signaled across with a pointing motion and Sophie presumed he wanted her to pull over. There was no way she was going to do that. The other car continued to beep and that just made Sophie want to go faster so she did pick up further speed and the accompanying car began to once again fall behind.

     How long more could her car continue like this? How Sophie wished she had left work on time. She could be at home with her fiance. Right now she did not know if she would get back at all.

      A deer in the road made Sophie break suddenly and this lead to someone coming from behind her, as in the back seat of her car, to be thrown through the front windscreen. The deer escaped unharmed and a man  lay stretched out on the ground. The perusing narrowly missed hitting the car it wad been following.

      The male driver got out and went to check on the driver of the car he had been perusing, the reason to which was that he seen a suspicious presence in that car and followed to warn the driver. Sophie was in shock but physically unharmed. Police arrived about twenty minutes later and the man on the ground never moved. However he was still alive. It was confirmed that this man was an escaped convict whom had been serving life imprisonment for murder.

James and sarah

James studied hard

He wanted to work for an advertising agency

Designing adverts that would stun the world

He loved his art

He fell for a girl called Sarah

They were together for six months

But in time Sarah lost interest

She found him a little dull

And found somebody else to impress

James was devastated and crept silently into his shell

He rarely went out and immersed himself in his art

He still did his studies and got good marks

But nobody notice him slipping away

Into a world of his own

He started to hear voices

Telling him to paint pictures of demons and devils

Telling him to start cutting himself

His parents took him to see a psychiatrist

Who recommended a spell on a mental ward

So he could receive the appropriate treatment

James was somewhat concerned

He didn't quite grasp what was happening

And the voices kept telling him to harm himself

So he slashed a knife across his throat

They moved him to the Intensive Care Unit

He continued to paint his pictures

He was moved to long-term care out in the country

He continued to paint

He still hoped to work in advertising

But the world was passing him by

His parents still visited every few months

But his contact with reality was somewhat limited

Such is the life of the mentally ill

So take care not to lose touch with your friends

Or you too may lose touch with the real world

Think of poor James when you are getting married

And having children

He is lost in his dreams of glory and success

  

Death Paradise

 Kolkata : Metro service between Dum Dum and Maidan station were disrupted on Morning after a 22-years -  women committed suicide at sovabazar sutanuti. The women was later identified as Rimpa Das,a resident of Grish Avenue. The reasons behind her taking this step could not be ascertained. She jumped in front of a Kavi Nazrul - bond train at 7:40am. The motorman applied emergency brakes, but could not stop the train on time. By the time it stopped, three compartments had already passed over her. Commuters were evacuated and the train reversed to recover her mutilated remains. The body was handed over to police around 8:15am. Normal services resumed around 8:17am,a senior Metro officer said. He said all service between Dum Dum and Maidan had to be stopped as power in the third line had to be switched off to retrieve the body. Normal services were run between Maidan and Kavi Nazrul, though There have been 19 suicide attempts on Metro tracks this year. While five persons were rescued ,the remaining lost their lives. We have taken some measures to prevent suicides station staff keep a lookout for people behaving strangely. Commuters are also forbidden from getting too close to platform edges.

Police Report –

College student Rimpa Das, a resident of Grish Avenue, had left her handbag on the platform before jumping on the track. “Inside the bag was a piece of paper in which the girl had scribbled her landline number and made a plea to convey the news of her death to her parents,” said an officer.

The news reached the girl’s family around 8.30am. “Rimpa as usual had left home around 7.10am for her tuition class,” said Cousin Anju Kesh. “She was the only daughter of her parents who wanted to marry her off quickly. But Rimpa wanted to complete her studies first.”

Neighbors said Rimpa had a relationship with one of her college friends but her family was against the relationship. Family sources, however, denied knowledge about any such affair.

   

Swanwick station

When I was 18 I had a girlfriend who lived 20 miles away at Park Gate. To get to, and from there I regularly used the train from Cosham to Swanwick station. To get home on this particular Sunday evening, I arrived at 11:00 pm on Swanwick station. It is a fairly remote and dingy station and it was unusual for anybody else to be there at this hour, but a lady in her late 40's or early 50's was seated waiting for the last train. She was about 5ft 4 inches tall, of plump build, with permed hair, and was wearing a "camel" coat and was carrying a very large canvas shopping bag, which had a tartan pattern on.

I sat down to wait for the train (which were frequently late). After a few minutes the lady asked if there was a train as she "had to get back to Portsmouth". I told her that I was also waiting for the same train and that it should be along soon. Several times she asked the same question and reinforced that she "must get back to Portsmouth". When the train eventually did arrive, she remained seated but became very agitated and began to cry. I told her that this was the last train, but several times between sobs she repeated: "I can't go back". I asked if I could help, and suggested that if she got on the train that perhaps we could talk about any problems she had. But again she said "I can't go back". Meanwhile the guard had got off of the train to point out that this was the last train on that night and that if I was getting on I should hurry (from his angle he probably couldn't see the lady). Reluctantly I got on the train, and as it pulled out of the station I could see her sobbing.

On the journey home I felt guilty about leaving her, as she was obviously very upset about something. On arriving home at Cosham I telephoned the Police at Park Gate and briefly related the story and asked if perhaps somebody could visit the railway station and see if she was ok. I gave a description of her height, dress, and the bag she was carrying. I assumed that perhaps some domestic dispute was the cause of her distress.

On arriving home from work the next evening (Monday) my mother drew my attention to an article in the local paper, "The Evening News". She knew that I caught the train from Swanwick and this article was appealing for witnesses to an accident near that station. I immediately recognized the photograph included in the article as the lady from the previous evening, the description of her clothing, height, dress and bag also matched perfectly. The article was appealing for witnesses to an accident where the lady had been killed whilst walking along the railway lines.... ON THE SATURDAY EVENING.

I telephoned the newspaper and suggested that they had confused the dates, and that I had spoken to the lady, they checked and to my surprise insisted that the accident had been on Saturday. I then telephoned the police who listened to my story, and indeed confirmed that I had reported the incident on Sunday evening, however were adamant that the incident had occurred on Saturday.

In a subsequent article in the local paper I learned that the lady was called Maureen Hampton, she was a patient in a local mental hospital (Coldeast). She had been allowed out on the Saturday and had been to Portsmouth. Returning in the evening she had missed the station at Swanwick and got off of the train at the next stop (Bursledon), not being familiar with the area she had decided to walk the short distance back to Swanwick along the lines, and been struck by a train.

Now, I wish I had remained or touched her!!! However, I caught the bus after this!

Contributed by Peter McKechnie

Highway

This happened back in 1993. I was driving home with my girlfriend after a date to the movies. It was late on a cold, clear January night. There were no clouds. There was no fog. It was about 12:30 a.m. As we approached a hill, I pulled into the slow lane and just as I merged there was a man in the middle of my lane! He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a red baseball hat. He had his head down and was walking briskly with his hands in his pockets. When I say he was in the middle of my lane, I mean he was no more than twenty or thirty feet from the middle of my hood! I was traveling about 45 mph and was about to hit this man! Horrifying!

Before I could react and hit my brakes, my girlfriend screamed. I shut my eyes, broke hard, and entered into a skid. She kept screaming and became hysterical. I felt shivers and chills all through my body. Pure terror! When we came to a stop in the middle of the highway, it was bitter cold inside the compartment of the car. We could see our breath and the windows were covered with condensation on the inside. Granted it was about 25 degrees outside, but we had been driving for about a half an hour and the heater had it nice and toasty in the car.

The battery was drained and the lights were dimmed and the car would not start for a couple of minutes. When it did, we sped off and drove as fast as we could to our homes. My girlfriend was so hysterical she could not speak! When she was able to speak she told me (and her pastor, my family, and her family) that we did indeed hit the man, but that he walked straight through the car! That night, we returned to the spot of the incident (with reinforcements, of course!) to make sure we had not killed anyone. All was well and we returned home to try and get some sleep.

This occurred when I was in college and I would not talk about this until recently. I am 40 years old now, and this is as fresh in my memory as if it happened last night, not 18 years ago. I know this  sounds like stories you see on Tv from other people telling their stories, but it happened. I know what I saw, felt, and experienced that night. It made me a believer in the spirit world and I am still dealing with "what was that" to this day. When I bump into my old girlfriend now, this topic comes up each time. It has profoundly affected her life as well.

Since this incident I have heard of this happening in this location to two other people and they have had the exact same experience. It is a mystery who or what this is as there is no physical description of this person or story of an accident that I can find to coincide with a person fitting this description. 

The top of

this hill is a blind hill on a curve and there have been several people killed there in auto accidents over the years. That is all I have been able to learn.

I have had a couple of other experiences since that time, but not as up close and personal as this. I have to drive this stretch of highway each to and from work. Not a trip goes by that I don't remember this encounter. I guess I should feel lucky that this entity did not attach and follow one of us home.

this hill is a blind hill on a curve and there have been several people killed there in auto accidents over the years. That is all I have been able to learn.

I have had a couple of other experiences since that time, but not as up close and personal as this. I have to drive this stretch of highway each to and from work. Not a trip goes by that I don't remember this encounter. I guess I should feel lucky that this entity did not attach and follow one of us home.

3:00 AM

There was a 21 year old girl named Linda. She lived alone in an apartment building. She had just gotten ready for bed and was turning off the light and getting under the covers. She was exhausted from a long day of work at the mall. She started dozing off when she heard a low moan. "What was that?" she thought, fully awaken. She assumed it was just in her imagination, so she tried to fall asleep again.

After about 20 minutes, it happened again, except it was even louder this time, and it sort of vibrated the bed. Now she was creeped out. "What could that be?" she whispered to herself under her breath. It happened again, now even louder, vibrating the bed even harder. She was pretty certain that it was coming from under the bed. "I’m 21 now... I can’t still be afraid of things under the bed!" she thought. She didn’t know what the heck it was. Then she wondered if she should look under there and see what it was.

Even though she was an adult, she was still not sure about doing that. She quickly pondered what it might be. But she couldn’t think of anything. She doesn’t keep anything down there. She heard whatever it was, moan again, now shaking the bed, as if there was a giant fan with only one blade in the box spring. Finally, she managed to gather enough courage, to check... swallowing hard and feeling faint as the bed shook and the moaning filled the room. She slowly and quietly sat up, began to bend down over the side of her bed, and reached down to pull up the bed skirt. She got a hold of it, her hand trembling. Suddenly there was a moan so loud, and a vibration so harsh, the whole floor practically shook. She jumped, almost falling out of the bed, then quickly pulled herself back onto the bed, covering herself up to her eyes in the covers. She thought about waiting until morning, but there’s no way she could sleep through this. Suddenly she heard another moan, louder than ever, with a vibration harder than any of them yet! Then it all stopped abruptly half way.... Linda shut her eyes tight, trembling with suspense, on what might happen.

All of a sudden, she felt like she was being watched. Then she felt a breath. Warm, fowl, vomit inducing breath that she could even smell through the covers, too disgusting for a human to possess, being blown on her face. She kept her eyes closed, and her lips squeezed shut, trying not to scream. After three minutes of deep breath, and exhaling on her, she couldn’t bear it any longer. Gagging, she was about to puke. With more courage that she had ever had, she very slowly, started opening one of her eyes, to peek at whatever it was, getting ready to scream, as she opened just enough to see.

She saw something... something that made her blood turn to ice, something that gave her Goosebumps on her Goosebumps. Teeth. Gigantic, sharp, yellow, 4-inch teeth in a blood curdling grin the size of a manhole cover. Up a bit, two big red bloodshot eyes with the circumference of a grapefruit and pupils the size of baseballs. Linda screamed. She jumped out of the bed and ran for the door. She hadn’t turned the handle all the way before pulling due to her hurry to get away. That slowed her down, but she got it open a second later, and went running down the hall, hyperventilating.

She could hear heavy footsteps right behind her, thumping loudly on the hard wood floor. She went to take the turn to go downstairs but slipped on the slippery, painted wood, sliding and missing her chance to go downstairs, and hitting her head on the floor as she slid further down the hallway. She quickly pulled herself together as fast as she could, getting up and trying her roommate's sturdy door at the end of the hallway. It was unlocked and she fled in, closing and locking it behind her. Her roommate wasn’t anywhere in sight at first. Then Linda looked to the left where her bed was, and saw fresh blood slowly oozing out from under it... not to mention the arm that was sticking out from under it also, with her roommate’s bracelet on. Tears started streaming down Linda’s face. She could hear loud bangs against the door. BANG... BANG... it was trying to come in, and she could hear the door starting to split. Then, a red claw busted through, with nails as long as rulers and as sharp and pointy as knives. It unlocked the door through the hole, and came running in.

It was huge. It's whole body was red, with rough looking bumpy skin, and it was in human form. Except for the head, BIG red and round, with the same terrible toothy grin. It saw Linda, and started to come at her, fast. Linda, without thinking much, jumped out of the way and the thing ripped through the screen in the open window behind her. She heard a shriek, then a crack on the driveway outside. The neighbors had called the police because of Linda's terrified scream. When the police arrived, Linda was OK, and they found the roommates body, yet nobody found the thing, anywhere..