Ghost Confession Story 8

I was in 6th class at that time and we used to live in govt. flats in 39 sector and me and my family(my elder sister, my younger brother, mom and dad) had a habit of going for a walk at around 7 p.m. and there was a small Mandir constructed recently at that time and there was a another miniature temple in front of the original Mandir and we thought it to be a ggod thing to bow down (matha tekna) to that miniature temple. 

We made it a routine to go for a walk, visit that small temple, bow down in front of it and the come back. The summer had just started and it used to be a pleasant temperature outside during the night and so my mom started to sleep in our house’s backyard but rest of us prefered to sleep in our own respective rooms. One night my mom was sleeping and she felt that somebody has come and laid beside her on the bed, she thought that it was my dad and initially ignored it but she felt creepy and got up and saw that there was no one but to inquire she kicked at that spot at which she thought somebody was lying and her foot felt somebody’s body she was scared to death and came running into the house and couldnt sleep for the whole night.

We continued our routine and from then onwards she started sleeping with me in my room and one night she was sleeping and at night she felt a negative energy that woke her up and when she woke up she saw a lady in whites with a burnt face and in her arms was a baby whose body was also burnt and when my mom was about to scream she said in a deep and groany voice,” please feed my baby, he’s hungry, please can you give him some milk.” My mom screamed and hit her with a bat that was lying near the foot of the bed. She disappeared and i got up hearing my mom’s scream and turned on the lights and saw her face it was pale like a winter’s moon.

That night my father did prayer and poured some holy water on my mom and at the spot where she saw the ghost. Next day once again we went to the same mandir but this time when we were to bow down an old man came and stopped us and asked that why are we bowind down in front of a SAADH(a grave) of a SATI and we said that we thought that it was a miniature Mandir of some sort and the old man told the story of a sati( lady along with her child who was burnt alive on her dead husbands cremation fire) and she was buried there at that very spot where we used to bow down. We were stunned and taken aback on hearing that story. We never again visited that mandir and still my mom is afraid to sleep alone.
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