This all started in 2018, I was in my grandparents house with 4 of my cousin. 1 person between them wasn't my cousin but my mother's brother. I hope you all know how standard houses in villages of Himachal Pradesh (India) look like. If you don't, I'll explain the layout but you might not understand.
My grandparents house is big. There's 2 kitchen's. One for the oldest son and one for the younger son. This kitchen part is away from the rooms. When you go out of the kitchen area there are stairs outside in which you can go to the sleeping area also known as the "veranda". The veranda is pretty big to say the least, there are 4 rooms. One room is positioned opposite to the room in the middle of the 2 rooms. When you go in the veranda there's a big space to play and there's a table and bed there. The room closest to the door of the veranda is my older uncle's room, then the middle room is the guest room, the room opposite to the middle room is my grandparents room and the room at the last is my younger uncle's room. The table is in between my younger uncle's room and the guest room. Then there's an area that goes to the left where there are toys of my small cousin and a back door to access the cow and the farm easily. The bed is on the right corner of the veranda. Opposite to the door. Behind the back door there was the back of the house. Near my oldest uncle's room there were 2 big almirahs there.
Let's start
When this story took place my younger cousin brother hadn't came to the world yet. So, near the back door of the veranda there were toys of my middle cousin. We cousins were sitting on the bed, in a blanket. I was the 2nd youngest after my middle cousin. We all were chatting along when suddenly I saw a shadow of a boy sitting on a chair near my oldest uncle's room. I freaked out and started crying. I was scared for 2-5 days straight and cried all day and night. My grandma took me to the pandit. Before going to the pandit I saw a lady dragging up a cliff. After going to the temple it was alright.
Then in 2020 something happened. I was alone in the veranda, I was going back to the kitchen to my grandma. The door to the guest room was open and when I passed that room I saw a blonde guy wearing army clothes who was sitting on the sofa in that room and looking forward.
When I came back from my grandparents house I saw that exact same boy 5-6 times in random houses. In the first house he was laughing with his friends. And in the others he was sitting quietly. I never saw his face.
Then back at my home I started seeing stuff in the mirror, I saw a long lady who's clothes were ripped off, a black shadow who was always on my shoulders. I got used to it.
One day I was showering and I came out and saw someone going somewhere form my window, I looked away for 1 second and that "someone" disappeared.
After that a series of events took place, I saw a lot of ghosts everywhere and I could never run away from them. At that time I didn't pray to God and stopped believing in God for a while. I was atheist for some time.
One day, I was laying in my bed and something fell down in the kitchen, the kitchen didn't have any walls it was an open kitchen. I got up to get it and my back started hurting, and I saw a lady being stabbed in the back...I know you might think this is all fake but it isn't.
After that everything is honestly a blur and I only remember going to the temple, recovering, and being in touch with God again.
