THE UNKNOWN is a paranormal short story

THE UNKNOWN: a paranormal short story

Paranormal, have you ever known about this? If No then here is your turn.

So, you are one of those who love spooks, isn’t it? Or, you are one of those science-driven personalities, who laugh out aloud at the slightest mention of spirits and demons? Well, you are not wrong, from a practical perspective, however, there is more to it than meets the eye. Or, so we all believe.

Since centuries, numerous cultures believe that any kind of abnormal or unnatural activity or behaviour has only one explanation – possession. Another, lighter word, used in place of possession is oppression. Let us define both.

Possession – is a scenario, when the supposed demon or spirit has evaded the physical body.

Oppression – is a minor term, when the unseen entity, sort of aims to evade or tries to effect externally.

Wow! If that is not confusing, what is? Coming back to psychopathological disorders, like schizophrenia, dissociative identity disorder, hallucination and other such disorders. All of these have symptoms quite similar to ones associated with possession. In many parts of the world, till date these diseases are treated by inexperienced shamans, self-proclaimed exorcists and Tantriks, to be exact.

From my experience, the little much that I have, circumstances of spirit possession or demonic attacks, are consequences of traumatic experiences in the past, in childhood or realms, which have been subsequently deleted from the brain or memory. Then, years later under the influence of external circumstances or alcoholism (One of the known reasons for abnormal behaviour), the reactions start pouring out from the unconscious parts of the brain.

Why am I writing this? Do, I have a point to prove? Am I writing a research paper? I will tell you. This is because of the experience that I had very recently.

The Trip to a Known Hill Station 

So, we were very happy to leave the pressures of work behind, for a week. Normally, that is the tenure for which today’s private companies or MNCs will grant you leave. So, six of us set off to explore the hills. Each one of us, carrying our emotional baggage of life, spouses/friends and work in general. So, as adults, we decide to spend some time together, in the company of few known and few unknown people – Danny, Rob, Pat, Debby, Mila and me, Pinks. We all shared a common goal – To explore the hills and chased our travel goals for the year 2019.

A great 10-hour train journey, late arrival and some urgent and fanatic searching for the best brand of alcohol later, the ascent to the hills starts. A few stops en-route to this Hill Station, OK let us call it Zama Gaon (I am using a fictitious name here, as I do not want my article to affect the tourism) we reached the Gaon in the Hills after 5-6 hours. Normally, what would have taken 4 hours, took a much longer time due to our frequent food and toilet breaks.

the unknown paranormal story

The Homestay

This guy from our group, Pat had booked the tour through his contacts. We headed to our Homestay, via a rugged road, which shook all our 206 bones. The 4-kilometre journey was such a patience-tester. We clung onto each other, as the Sumo, we were travelling in, took us through a rollercoaster ride.

 I had already visited the Gaon a year back, with my spouse, so I was the more tolerant one. I knew, this too shall pass. However, the newcomers wanted to get down and walk all the way, due to the ruggedness of the terrains.

After the fun ride, we reached our Homestay – Lovely Homestay. A woman with a baby, clinging to her and a mountain boy greeted us with two rooms. I asked my husband Danny, “Had we not, booked three rooms?” Pat came to the reply “Yes”. I asked the same question to Pat. He gave me the same reply. So, after a drink of the hot cup of tea and many phone calls to our travel agent later, we concluded that the Homestay guys decided for us. They decided to stuff us into two rooms, as we were three.

Let me explain this, each of the rooms in homestays and other hill stations, each room has two descent beds, that can accommodate 2 people each. Apart from this decent offer, these homestays have a side table, a chair and a bathroom. That is it. So, lots of quarrelling and haggling later, another nearby homestay was suggested by the travel agent. Alisa Homestay, I ran at the mention of the place. Hold on, don’t come to conclusions.

It was not out of fear, but excitement. As, it was where I stayed a year back and since I knew it, I climbed the stairs leading to this place and informed everyone, what a cool place it was. So, after some haggling with our 24-year old driver Victor, who was not keen at driving our luggage uphill again, he succumbed to our pressure.

We were packed off with a “BYE” by the mountain boy, co-owner of the homestay. We had plans to self-guide ourselves to a great viewpoint a half-hour journey from our new homestay and then scamper to the certain old ruin of a fort, a few kilometres towards the top of the Pine tree-lined hills.

Our new host was unaware of our arrival. And, gave us pretty good news. No lunch at 4 pm, no electricity in the Gaon for over 15 days and no chicken for dinner. In the hills, in off-beat places like this one, the hosts need intimation of a probable travel a day in advance. They purchase the supplies from a nearby market, a few hours journey downhills.

We decided to make the most, of the situation. Did we have another option? No. So, we settled for noodles as a late lunch. After a bath, we freshened up, had few biscuits and started planning for the evening. First, we went about looking for chicken, soft drinks, candles and titbits. How could we survive after dark, after all? Our host had already informed us that we would get electricity for an hour, to charge or phones. We went around looking for all of the these and more. I wanted to eat chicken and pork, so kept asking other homestay owners, whether they had live chicks and pigs, to satiate my hunger. Got some, angry looks as well.

The story continues…see you next week!

Author’s Note– An Ex-HR and currently a struggling Beauty, Wellness and Lifestyle Entrepreneur, with certification in Reiki practice and a Diploma in Psychological Counselling. I am mentioning my qualifications specifically for this story because I have made certain remarks in this article. Readers should know why and how I am eligible enough to comment on something that is beyond science – spiritual or psychological, it really can’t be defined. It is a learning for me as well, a practical case of my studies.

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