October 13, 2004
Phantom Funeral Pyre
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Raaj Datta, Nagaland, India, July or August 1984,
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Nagaland is in the northeast of India and it's a cold and
mountainous region. Every evening around 9 PM, my parents along with me
and my sister used to go for long walks -- as the place was quite remote
there were no vehicles plying on the roads, in fact, it was more due to
the treacherous terrain, as accidents were quite frequent. There used to
be only one road past our house and after about a mile it divided into
two -- the straight one led to a different locality around 5 miles away,
and the other one which was distinctly separated, led to the cemetery
jointly used by the Hindus and Christians. The road leading to the
cemetery was so distinctly separated that no one could ever mistake it
even without a flashlight, and moreover the road was an unpitched one.
That night, also as usual, we started and continued on the straight
road leading to the other locality. We were more than a mile into that
road when my father began telling us that he had been informed that the
other road leading to the cemetery was haunted and many people had
experienced strange sensations and quite a few of them had claimed to
see strange figures. As a five year old kid I was obviously a bit
frightened. By this point, we were so tired that we decided to turn back
home -- as we were about to turn back, suddenly my sister who was three
years older than me, gave a huge shriek. We got stunned by the yell, and
we saw that she was not moving and was constantly looking at something.
We slowly began to turn our heads into the direction she was
looking. The next thing we knew, we were in the cemetery and my sister
was looking at a burning funeral pyre with absolutely no one around --
and this is never the case, as someone has to be there until a dead body
is totally burnt down. When we came to our senses we started running as
fast as we could.
The next day, we came to know that for the last seven days not a
single dead had been brought to the cemetery. From that day, our evening
walks took place in the mornings.
The legend of the haunted cemetery was after all true, and rather
horrible to us.
