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Our subscriber, Rajneesh Bhai, owns his ancestral home in a village in Bihar's Nalanda district. Rajneesh lived there with his joint family, and his father was posted as a science teacher at a nearby government school. One evening, Rajneesh's father returned home from his work late in the evening. Meanwhile, the staff had locked the kitchen where the food was cooked and handed the keys to Rajneesh's father. Late that night, Rajneesh's father was resting quietly on his bed after dinner when, at 11:00 p.m., his phone rang. It was from a teacher at his school, whose house was very close to the school. And this call would change the fate of Rajneesh and his entire family. Sometimes, Maroon Files features stories that require me to muster a lot of courage to narrate. And today's experience is one of those. In the video, you can see a screenshot of the email Rajneesh sent. Rajneesh writes that his ancestral house in the village was purchased by his grandfather for just ₹500 in 1973. Rajneesh's father, mother, grandmother, uncle, and three older sisters lived in this house. Currently, Rajneesh is 18 years old. But all the details I'm about to tell you begin in 2012. At that time, Rajneesh would have been four years old and was very fond of pets . He was very fond of puppies. This is where Rajneesh's stubbornness begins. He constantly asks his father to get him a pet dog. He wants to play with it. He wants to raise it. He wants to keep it at home. Then his father brings him a small pet dog . Now Rajneesh was quite happy. He started to enjoy the puppy very much. But exactly 1 1/2 months after the puppy arrived, one morning when Rajneesh woke up, he found his puppy lying dead just outside his room . Foam was coming out of its mouth. As soon as Rajneesh saw this, he started crying loudly. He again insisted that his father get him another puppy. Two days later, his father brought him another puppy. But that puppy also died within three months, vomiting in the same manner. Then, when his father brought a third puppy, which also died within two months, his father declared that this house didn't seem suitable for dogs. So, from now on, they wouldn't bring any dogs into this house. After this decision was made, when Rajneesh started crying profusely, his father said, "Okay, I'll get a parrot and keep it at home. You can play with it." His father bought the parrot, and it died exactly three days later. When they woke up in the morning, they found that someone had twisted its neck. For a month after his pet parrot's death, Rajneesh didn't insist on anything. But then, he told his father, " Give me some baby pigeons. I'll build them a house on the roof, where they'll live. I won't bring them inside. There might be some problem in our house." His father brought two baby pigeons. Rajneesh built them a house on the roof, and for a month, the baby pigeons lived there comfortably. But exactly one month later, the baby pigeons stopped living in the house Rajneesh had built . A pole passed near his house. There was an electric wire on it. They would go and sit there. No matter how much Rajneesh called, how much he fed, or whatever he did, they wouldn't come to the roof. Until just the day before, they would play with them a lot. Rajneesh writes that it seemed as if someone had forbidden the pigeons, instructing them to stay away from his house. In fact, they wouldn't even fly over his house. When his family learned of this , everyone was surprised, wondering what was going on. The pigeons would stay on the electric pole at night and fly away in the morning. Finally, after a few days, they stopped sitting on that pole too. When Rajneesh noticed that it had been two days since his pigeons had come, he would at least feel satisfied that everything was fine. He would stand on the roof and look at his pigeons in the evening, seeing that they were sitting there. His soul would feel a little satisfied, but when Rajneesh realized that his pigeon hadn't been here for two days , he began to cry and writhe. He again insisted his father bring him another one. But his father refused, saying, "No, son, we don't have any pigeons in this house anymore." They won't bring animals. Well, let's get a sense of the atmosphere of that village. Rajneesh writes that there are no streetlights in his village. But the moonlight kept his village illuminated throughout the night. This means that the light shone at a high intensity in his village, and the electricity didn't come on very frequently until that time. Rajneesh explains that by 8:00 p.m., everyone in the village would eat dinner and go to sleep. But his grandmother, Rajneesh, had trouble sleeping. She would stay up until 1 or 2 a.m., and sometimes, when she couldn't sleep, she would wander around the house, peeping into the courtyard, or even going up to the roof. One reason was his grandmother's sleeplessness, and another was that there was a lot of theft in Bihar at that time. So, if there was a knock on the gate, she would sometimes get up and sit down. She would go outside to check if a thief had come. This was Rohit's grandmother's daily routine. One more important thing to know about her is that she was very fond of planting trees. She had planted a mango tree, four guava trees, a lemon tree, two drumstick trees, and a mulberry tree within the compound of her house. Rohit writes that often during the summer, when the power would go out for long periods and it would be extremely hot inside, he would insist to his parents, "Let's go upstairs and sleep." His father would agree, but his mother had asthma, so he would often tell her not to sleep downstairs, saying, "Don't go upstairs because climbing the stairs makes you gasp." But his grandmother was very active. She would immediately climb up to the roof. One summer night, Rajneesh's father, Rajneesh, and grandmother were all sleeping on the roof. Grandma's cot was placed on the roof. That night, there was proper moonlight. After dinner, everyone slept comfortably on the roof. And when morning came, Grandma revealed something to everyone. She said, "Last night, a boy and a girl were roaming around in our house. " Brother, call me 'Kuj Bam Sagaj'," she continued. "Last night, while I was lying on the cot, I was looking at the trees I had planted. Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound from a tree. Then, Grandma saw a boy and a girl descend from that tree and walk towards the courtyard of their house." Grandma didn't make any noise at that time. She simply stared at them, wondering what they were doing. Grandma explained that they looked like humans, but they weren't. Rajneesh's grandmother told all this to his father, Rajneesh's father, a science teacher. He dismissed the whole thing with a seriousness, saying, "You just can't sleep at night. You have a habit of getting up and looking around. Who knows, you might have had a bad dream, or maybe you just misunderstood. If someone had come down from the tree, we would have heard it too . We were sleeping upstairs." Rajneesh's father denied the claim, but Rajneesh understood that his grandmother was telling the truth. What he started doing was getting up from his room every night and looking out the window at the tree . But Rajneesh writes, "I have n't seen anything except the night birds and the owl." The days were passing like this. Meanwhile, Rajneesh's father decided, "We'll build a new room in the house." After discussing it with his family, one day Rajneesh's father had all the raw materials—gravel, sand, cement, and other materials needed to build a room—destroyed outside his house. The same night he had the raw materials dumped, something happened to the guava tree in his courtyard . While everyone was asleep, at 2:30 a.m., he heard a cat wailing loudly from the tree. The sound woke him up. Rajneesh's father had been waiting, hoping it would quiet down a little while longer. But the cat had been crying for the past hour. His father had to go to school the next morning, so he thought, " If this cat keeps crying like this, I'll lose my sleep for the rest of the night." He then went out of the house and beat the cat with a stick, chasing it away. But what the cat did was to go and sit on the roof of the house next door and start crying even louder. The next morning, her father gets up and goes to school, and her normal routine begins. That very afternoon. Rajneesh, his grandmother, and his mother were sitting on chairs outside their house, near the tree, chatting. Now, let's understand this: they had kept a cactus plant potted on the rooftop. It's believed that as long as a cactus plant remains on the roof, no evil spirits can enter. That afternoon, the three of them were sitting outside, and suddenly, they saw a strong wind blow, and the cactus pot, which had been perched on the rooftop's edge, fell from the rooftop. The entire cactus, its thorns, and the pot itself were destroyed. As soon as Rajneesh's mother saw this, she became extremely worried, as she had placed the cactus plant there, and she had done so only after someone had told her to keep negative energy from entering the house. Just a few days after this unfortunate incident, Rajneesh's father began to feel unwell. His hair began to fall out, and he was completely unable to walk. It meant a lot of effort to get from one place to another. But he also had to run the household. He was the sole breadwinner for his family. He somehow managed to put in all his effort and make it to school. Meanwhile, there was an inspection at the school. People from outside had come to see how everything was running properly, to see if the food was prepared properly. Due to this inspection, Rajneesh's father had to stay inside the school for a long time. The other junior teachers had already gone home. But he had to finish some work by the end, and it would get past 8 in the night. Having finished all his work, Rajneesh's father was finally ready to return home. The path from school to home was through the fields. There was no proper road, no proper infrastructure, and no lighting at that time. There was moonlight above, and a flashlight in his hand. Rajneesh's father was returning home from school, using these tools. As they crossed a stretch of farmland, a short distance away, a tree appeared. In Bihar, it was called a Nishaodha tree. As he continued along the path, he suddenly noticed a woman sitting atop it. It was a flash of a second . He immediately raised his flashlight to the tree, wondering who it was. But he couldn't see anyone there. He was silently walking towards his home, and about 250 meters before reaching his home, he heard a woman calling his name from behind. She called Rajneesh's father's name twice. But he didn't respond, and continued walking steadily towards the house. He went home and told his wife everything, and Rajneesh's mother became extremely worried. As time progressed, Rajneesh's father's health deteriorated. The situation had become so bad that he couldn't even attend school regularly. He would only go when his health permitted. One day, he arrived at the school to teach and was returning home late in the evening. The head of the school, who worked in the kitchen, handed Rajneesh's father the keys, saying, "I won't be back tomorrow, so please come and open the gate so the children can cook." Rajneesh's father took the keys and returned home. That night, after dinner, he was quietly resting on his bed when, at 11:00 pm, his phone rang. The caller was a teacher from his own school, whose house was nearby. He explained that his pet dog, Sheru, had apparently gotten locked up in the school kitchen and was barking loudly. "Please go and open the gate, or he might die," he said. What happened was that when the kitchen was being locked after lunch, the dog was sleeping there. No one noticed, and the entire staff and teachers had locked up the kitchen and school and gone home. Late that night, the teacher called and said, "The dog was barking loudly. If you can, please go and open the gate." Rajneesh's father had already been very fond of animals. He had noticed from the very beginning that so many pets had died at his home. He didn't want to take the responsibility for another dog's death . He wasn't willing to go, but he mustered up the courage to pick up his flashlight and headed towards the school. Just now, as he was walking from home to school, he came across a small pond on the way. A pond, in other words, is quite small. Pond. Right? Now it was right next to the road. His father crossed it and was walking ahead, when he noticed a large fish lying there. It was still alive and moving. So he thought, "I'll pick this fish up and leave it nearby. When I get back, I'll take it for my son. We 'll cook it tomorrow, and my son will eat it, because Rajneesh loved chicken, mutton, and fish." He picked up the fish and placed it in a nearby pit with a little water inside, hiding it properly so no one else could take it. Just then, Rajneesh's father arrived at the school. He opened the kitchen door and pulled out Sheru, their dog, who was there. Sheru was coming back home with them. As they arrived, Rajneesh's father reached the pit where he had hidden the fish. He was just heading towards the pit to retrieve the fish when Sheru, who had been near the pit, suddenly started barking loudly. After a few moments of barking, he quickly ran back to the school. Rajneesh's father couldn't understand what was wrong. Why was he barking so loudly? And why did Sheru run away? He shone his flashlight around, but couldn't see anything. Rajneesh's father then arrived at the pit to retrieve the fish. He discovered that instead of the fish, there was only its bone. It looked as if someone had sat down and eaten it with great satisfaction, and then left the bone behind. Seeing this, Rajneesh's father was terrified. He quickly headed home, and upon arriving, he told his mother what had happened. Rajneesh writes that suddenly, it was as if someone had come to his father's aid. Within the next two months , she died due to deteriorating health . Rajneesh and his family were now completely destitute. Their crying was devastating. Rajneesh's grandmother became increasingly depressed . To distract herself, she spent most of her time in her garden, where they had planted trees. One afternoon, while climbing a tree , she was still very fit. She was climbing a tree to pick some fruits when she slipped. She fell and injured her head . When she was taken to a doctor, he said she had a small blood clot in her brain. He prescribed medication, and ultimately, it would have to be treated properly. But what happened was that just four months after the injury, her grandmother also died. Just a day before her grandmother's death, she told her family, "When I sleep at night, I feel like someone is lying under my bed, staring at me all the time." She's even seen the boy and girl under the tree several times. And once or twice, Rajneesh's father has also appeared in her grandmother's dreams, telling her to leave the house. " It's not right to live here." Rajneesh writes, "We were helpless, brother. Where do we go? Who do we turn to? This was the only place we had to live." After all this, her uncles called a tantrik to the house, saying, "Come and see what's happening in our house." When he entered, he declared that a dark shadow resides in the house. He also revealed through his spiritual powers that the shadow targets and slowly destroys whoever owns the house . This house has a long history. You bought the house from them, and this has happened to their family and to those who lived there before them. Then he said that a puja would be performed to drive the ghost out of the house. That puja would bring peace to the spirit that resides here, and perhaps you would be freed from it. The tantrik made a list of puja materials, including a goat and a pigeon, and said that both would have to be sacrificed to appease the spirit . The tantrik also stipulated that during the puja, he would light a lamp, and that it must remain lit for the entire duration of the puja. The flame must not be extinguished at any cost. Rajneesh writes that the puja began as instructed by the tantrik, and the sky was clear at the time of the puja. The weather was perfectly clear, a perfectly normal day . Slowly, the puja began, and everything was going perfectly. Now, as soon as the tantrik As they began the ritual to expel the spirit from the house, the weather rapidly deteriorated. A storm, hurricane, and downpour swept through the entire village. Rajneesh's uncle and the villagers tried to mitigate the impact of the rain by placing a tarpaulin over the house, ensuring the burning lamps wouldn't extinguish, and the tantrics performing the ritual wouldn't be interrupted. So, what happened was that the rain gradually subsided in the areas surrounding Rajneesh's house. But the rain was still pouring heavily over Rajneesh's house. There were thunderstorms, lightning, and a storm, and it felt as if this had been orchestrated. This wasn't a natural event. All these people were desperately holding onto the tarpaulin and everything else, determined to somehow finish the ritual. But the spirit turned out to be extremely powerful. The rain and storm were so intense that the entire tarpaulin was blown away. The entire puja they were performing was shattered, and with it, the lamp they had lit also went out. Here, all the tantrik's efforts were in vain. The tantrik said, " Leave this house as soon as possible. It's in your best interest." Rajneesh 's uncle had built another house outside the compound. However, Rajneesh's father's family still lived in the house. Rajneesh further writes that the house has been closed for the last seven years. Today, they live elsewhere, and occasionally, his elder sister and his aunt would go in the morning, perform some puja, stay for two or three hours, and then return to their house. No one stays in their house at night anymore. Later, Rajneesh's uncle called two or three more tantriks to inspect the house. But every tantrik says the same thing: as soon as we enter that house, we feel as if someone is warning us not to stay there. Go away from here. That spirit still lives in that house in the village of Nalanda. Rajneesh further wrote that in the year 2019, my mother also passed away. It was a very tragic story, friend. Meaning, I hope God gives Rajneesh Bhai a lot of strength and he moves forward with strength in his life . This was a complete personal experience. If you know of any such incident, then you can send me your story on the email ID given below . See you in the next video. Till then, take care of yourself and Har Har Mahadev.