Untold Stories : The Stalker (Horror)

Piya works in a leading BPO in gurgaon. She hails from the north-eastern parts of India and had been carrying the load of expectations on her shoulders since the time she ventured out of her village. She is the 3^rd daughter in the family and the prior are very successful in their own fields. Currently she is working as a Team Leader of an outbound process, US market dealing in wireless tele-communication products. Her team consists of 17 members and she has made sure its 17 only in numbers but 1 in spirit. Her beauty made most guys have a crush on her and her personality commands respect from every soul she meets. A woman with a good heart made her a complete human being. Trojans as her team was named, have been breaking all records and was the best team of the organization for the last 14 months.

She used to stay in Moti-Bagh, about 30 minutes away from her office. She shares the 3 room flat with another girl from Sikkim who is pursuing bachelors in English from Jesus & Mary. The Trojans were doing a 6pm-2am shift. So Piya used to return home by about 3:00-3:30 am. Her usual routine after reaching home be a nice long bathe followed by some food and television. She didn’t have anyone to talk to at this wee hour of the day. But she was happy with her life as she earned good money and held a nice position at work.

This incident happened some weeks back. As she was ready to retire from the day, she said her prayers and shut her eye-lids. After about an hour, probably as she started dreaming, she felt as if something heavy was kept on her chest. Thinking it was the weight of the blanket, she tried to remove it but the weight did not go. Now even her hands and legs were slowly getting heavier, as in as if some weight was placed on her. She tried to call out to her room mate but her voice was lost in the darkness of the night. Suddenly she saw a strange cloud formation at one corner of the room and it was getting brighter and larger until it took the shape of a full grown man. She still couldn’t move, nor could she utter a word. Slowly the figure climbed on top of her and lay on top as if it was a blanket or lemme rather put it across as if the figure was trying to sexually molest her but it didn’t. Rather it kept staring directly into her face, the distance between their face was about 6 cms. This went on for about 10 minutes but it definitely seemed like years. Eventually Piya passed out. When she woke up in the morning she saw strange marks on her arms and legs and chest. The marks resembled that of a grip when held very hard. Her room mate was very scared and they visited the doctor and relatives. The doctor thought it might be some form of a multiple personality disorder scenario and gave her medication and recommended vigilant observation. But the marks were strange. However, she was admitted in the hospital with the best of doctors taking up her case. But she just couldn’t get rid of the cloud stalker. It was there everywhere and now the figure was growing stronger and more evident as each day passed by. If she would be sitting with people in her room, the cloud would appear at one end of the room and take the shape of a full grown man and keep staring at her, some saw it too while others didn’t and dismissed it as a figment of imagination. Piya was getting berserk each day. If she traveled by a vehicle, the stalker would follow her, it would appear in the bathroom, it was everywhere.

One fine day, a tantrik after getting in terms with the case visited her place and performed some ceremonies and advised her to leave the city, if possible the state at the earliest possible. But she had to clear the house of every sign that led to her, even a strand of hair.

Its been more than 3 years since the incident took place and Piya had moved to another country (un-disclosed) but she lost her mental balance. Life wasn’t same for her anymore and the mystery of the stalker was never solved.

Deja-vu deciphered (concept)

At times when we walk to the cafeteria to re-fill our coffee mugs and a colleague pats on the
shoulders and says "hi", we reply back but we stand struck in time – confused but affirmative
that this incident has occurred earlier. We feel as if we have been through/seen this exact
scenario. Scene by scene, every moment appears to be so familiar yet so mystic/distanced. I used
to feel that I was blessed with this unique phenomenon. My assumption was however shredded
when I ventured to learn more about it. And then I was introduced to the world of ‘Deja-vu’. I
was somewhat relieved that a huge section of people experience it.


Not going by the physics of time or principles of chemistry, I put forward a concept that might
be a relative probability that leads a person to experience the phenomenon. This concept as I
enumerate below is based purely on personal experience and understanding of the world and its
characteristics.


General physics has proved that everything is made up of energy – consisting of positive as well
as negative charge. For a moment let’s assume that our universe is a single charge and there is
another universe with the opposite charge standing parallel to us. Existence is a mirror image.
The only difference is it is ahead of us in time. Whatever motion takes place in our universe
happened exactly ahead in time in the other universe, this includes me writing this article and
you reading it. You in this universe are reading it now but you in the other universe read it
sometimes back.


I put this theory forward questioning the possibility for anyone to experience deja-vu without he/
she physically having been through the situation before. How can someone predict a future when
he has not seen one himself? Well this is possible as the sub-conscious mind connects to the
parallel universe and the suspense of the future in our universe is revealed in the history of the
other universe.


So next time a sooth-sayer predicts your future, it’s not because he is holy but as he could
connect to the parallel universe with his sub-conscious mind.

Girl’s PG prank (Horror)

The Gurgaon-Mehrauli horror incident left Joy in a permanently altered state of mind. He simply couldn't process what had happened. At one point, he even sought therapy. Most of us assumed he was going through a recovery phase, but only he knew what was truly going on inside him. Life was never the same for him again. He became obsessed with uncovering the mysteries of life—both the stories that were told and the ones that remained unheard.

I met him last winter in Noida. It was a pleasant evening, gathering with old friends over drinks and cigarettes. Some in the group didn’t drink, but the conversations flowed effortlessly. That evening, we discovered Joy had spent some time in the wilderness. He shared tales of rural legends and obscure mysteries, but one story nearly froze my spine.

It was a story from Pune, about a girls' hostel in a renowned institute. The beginning of the academic year had brought many bright new faces. Some students managed to secure spots in the college hostel, while others had to find accommodations in private apartments—places commonly known as "messes." The term took on its true meaning in such settings, as I had come to learn firsthand.

Now, let me introduce you to Mae—a brilliant and enthusiastic young woman from Manipur, in Northeast India. She had shattered academic records, and her presence inspired admiration from the men on campus and envy from the women. Mae was the talk of the college complex.

Despite her intelligence and charm, Mae struggled with loneliness. She longed for companionship from people who shared her cultural background—a common feeling at the start of a new journey. Over time, new places become home, but the transition isn't always easy. She also found it difficult to adjust to hostel life, which was vastly different from the comforts of her home. This period can break a person or push them to excel. Mae was the latter—strong-willed and determined. She had never given up in life, not even when she had to face the silent battles within the girls' hostel. Some of her hostelmates resented her, especially those who had been dumped by their boyfriends, who were drawn to Mae. Yet, within a month, she had won over half the people in the hostel. The other half, however, conspired in the shadows.

Mae’s dormitory housed eight girls, with bunk beds arranged in sets of two. She had a habit of taking a shower late at night, long after the others had fallen asleep. Then, she would climb into her bed, switch on her reading light, retrieve her favourite book from under her pillow, and read for 30 to 45 minutes before drifting off to sleep.

Riya, the mastermind behind Mae’s silent adversaries, was obsessed with bringing her down as if she had been born for this one purpose. Frustrated by Mae’s resilience, she devised a sinister prank. She instructed her gang to steal a severed human hand from the institute’s laboratory specimen jar. Once they acquired it, Riya placed the cold, lifeless hand beneath Mae’s pillow, anticipating that she would scream hysterically upon discovering it. The other girls, pretending to be asleep, were ready to wake up and mock her. The plan was executed that very night.

At precisely 10:45 PM, with the lights out, Mae followed her usual routine. She took a shower, climbed into bed, and began towel-drying her hair. She was humming a song—her voice as melodious as a nightingale’s. The other girls lay motionless, feigning sleep, waiting for the inevitable shriek.

But it never came.

Silence filled the room. The anticipation grew unbearable, but no one dared to turn around and check. Minutes passed. Finally, unable to contain her curiosity, Riya turned to look at Mae.

And then, she screamed.

The others quickly switched on the lights and turned toward Mae. What they saw made the ground slip from beneath their feet. Mae was sitting in her bed, devouring the severed hand—the very one placed under her pillow in place of her book.

No one moved. No one spoke. Time seemed frozen.

Mae was later admitted to a psychiatric institution, where doctors declared that she would require indefinite treatment. The trauma of expecting her favourite book and instead finding something so horrifying had snapped something inside her mind, shattering her sanity beyond repair.

Riya and her gang were punished, but the damage had already been done—irreversible, intolerable.

And so, this story, too, was buried—by the authorities, by time.