A Haunted Encounter In A Hotel Room, Delhi, India.
July 3, 2007
This is a true story – October 2006.
It didn’t seem like a spooky hotel when I entered and checked in. The hotel was in the heart of Delhi city. It was a hustling bustling locality as the festival of Diwali was approaching soon. There was a restaurant adjoining the entrance of the hotel and a lot of families were enjoying an early dinner.
My room was on the second floor, in the middle of the long corridor. The hotel was recommended by few friends who had stayed there on their last visit. It was newly renovated and smelled of fresh paint. My room was clean. Some light fixtures still needed to be installed but it was well lit. My first impression was that it was alright.
I ate at the restaurant and went back to my room around 9:30 pm. I unpacked, switched on the air conditioning and watched TV. When the room was fairly cool, I switched it off and put the fan on instead.
The double bed was in the centre of the room. It had a dressing table at one corner, chest of drawers and on top of it was a twenty-one inch TV. On the wall, there was a large, cream colored wall clock. Opposite the dressing table was a writing desk with a chair. There was a tube light illuminating the room and two wall mounted lights on either sides of the bed. The bathroom was at the entrance of the room. I usually leave the bathroom light on and with the door slightly open, incase I need to go in the middle of the night. No one enjoys tripping in their sleep, especially in an unfamiliar setting. Around eleven pm, I decided to call in for the night and switched off the lights. The dinner was very filling and the soft bed didn’t take long to put me in a deep slumber.
I felt something queer in my sleep. It wasn’t that someone shook me and woke me up or someone tugged on the bedspread but just an innate feeling to wake up. As I opened my eyes, I saw a large figure standing near the dressing table. The light from the bathroom gave me the outline very clearly. I stiffened for a minute, then convinced myself that I was seeing things.
“It’s nothing. There is no one standing there.”
I was stunned. I didn’t know what had turned on the light. My eyes scanned every corner of the room. I rolled over to the left side of the bed and stretched to switch off the light.
“Maybe it was some electrical problem- a power surge? Delhi is known to have power cuts so the hotel staff must have switched on their backup generator. But if there was a power failure then for a second the fan speed would have reduced and gained momentum again. But that did not happen.”
When I couldn’t reason anymore, I just lay, muttering prayers to my favorite Deity with my eyes shut tight. The rest of the night seemed peaceful and I checked out the following morning.
Today when I think of this incident, the only plausible explanation is that there was indeed someone in the room who wanted me to know and believe in what I saw. It meant no harm but just an acknowledgment of his presence. I believe it was a man because the shadowed outline was very large and tall. As the hotel was newly renovated, it had disturbed some spirits there and was seeking attention. When I refused to indulge, he decided to switch on the light. Now he has got your attention too.
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