Dreams of the Dead: Chilling Premonitions That Came True

And she said she has been killed. She has been murdered, and she has been buried around somewhere in the forest by her own family members. The child iSER mother, but she isn't really there. Then a voice from the forest leads to a buried truth. Tonight we follow one listener's lifetime of encounters with something that refuses to stay in the dark. My name is Eddie, and here is Nitika. It's true scary story. What are you about to hear? Are not stories that I've ordered from people, our books or urban major legends. These are like real experiences. And there was times when I was like question myself, is it real? Is it not? But then as I grew up, I sort of just went with the flow. Some happened to me when I was a child in India, That's my motherland. I grew up there, I was born there. Others followed me years later. I don't ask people to believe what I say, I just ask you to hear me out. I was around like four or five years old. At that age, the world feels huge. Every staircase feels taller, every shadow feels deeper. We were in a very larger family, like ancestral properties in India, they're huge, so I was living there. It was almost three stories high. The ground floor has a living room, the kitchen, the bedrooms. The second floor was mostly an open space that has few rooms here and there, and the top floor is terraced. In India, most of the terraces they're open terraces. They're very huge and they're completely open with lower boundaries. Now, the terrace was my favorite place. Every afternoon, I would go up there with my smaller twice cycle with my mom and we would have like a mother daughter's time there. But I would always be warned by my mother, don't go near the edge. It's lower boundaries. You will fall down. And that day also felt normal. I remember climbing up the stairs, sunlight was there, it was it was a very familiar feeling, and my mother was already there. She looked like my mother, she sounded like my mother. But something felt off, something felt wrong. I was too young to explain at that point. It wasn't fear exactly, it was just discomfort. It's like a quiet feeling in your chest, you know that's it. Something is not right. I was like, Okay, maybe I'm just overthinking, So I kept riding my twicelecle, just enjoying, laughing, giggling. I don't know where. My mother just called me. I looked around and she is calling me to her. She's like, come to me, come to your mama, and she had her arms open as if calling me to her. I remember answering, almost automatically. I said, but mom, the boundary is low, right, I'm not supposed to go there. Her expression changed when I tell you, at that moment, I don't know what I was feeling. I felt as if somebody just took the remote. I was watching her TV. Somebody took the remote, and it's like a horror film out there. I was feeling scared, like genuinely scared. Her expression changed and she became angry. The light in her eyes it just went away. Her face became completely something different, and she said, don't disobey me. Come here. I don't know why. I just ran out. I went downstairs, took my breath, I just drank some water, and I came back up. There was nobody there. It is empty. Entire terrors is empty. Nobody's there. I went downstairs, in the exact down the ground floor. Everybody was there, my mother, my father, the extended relatives. It's like a big family get together, so everybody was there. I went there. I ran to my mother and I was like, Mom, you were just upstairs with me, right She's confused. She just looked at me. She's like, no, I thought you were sleeping in the second floor. I'm down here. And I started crying. I'm like, no, mom, you're with me. Please tell me you were there with me. At that moment, my mother looked at me. She just gave me a half She's like, it's okay, I'm right here. I'm just with you. And then I had a fever. When I tell you, I had a high, high fever. I was ill. I was not eating well for a whole week. Is just like that. I don't remember much after that, but we didn't leave the house. My family pecked up. They were like, okay, we're not leaving here anymore. We just left the house. When I grew up, I got a little older. I was ten or twelve. That's when one of my relatives they told me that there was an ancestor in our house, somebody who was not a good person, and he could not see people being happy. And I was the child there. I was the youngest in my family, so he wanted to hurt me, to make sure that nobody in the family is happy staying in that house, and that is the reason that he was calling me towards the low boundaries. He probably would have killed me. I don't know, but that's one of the very first things that happened. And sometimes I do wonder what would have happened, right if I had obeyed that instinct fear that I had. It was real that stopped me from going there. Even now, the event doesn't stay with me much, but it's the feeling that stays with me whenever I talk to people about it. It's the event, is the feeling that happened with me. That's what it is. And I think that's something that stays with me even today. When I'm telling you I'm having busebounds right now and I'm telling the story, I'm feeling scared, I'm feeling suffocated. It's a very story that has left to mark on me. The house is locked up. It's an answer forul property. Nobody's taking it. It's just there. It's locked up. It's just there. Nobody is there, nobody goes there. A priest who when there after a while, DIDs some I don't know, blessings, I would say, but our family's too scared to go there because I was the youngest. I was a kid. Everybody loved me. Everybody was like very protective of me. So they're like, nope, bad news, So they're all just left. My grandmother used to live there, my mother's mom, basically my maternal grandmom. She would hear noises like she would hear some one calling her to the upper floor. She would live in the basement area the ground floor. Somebody would call her upstairs with her name and ask her to come up there. Then one day my mother heard somebody crying upstairs, somebody in pain, you know, as if someone is being burnt alive. That's what the pain sounded like to her. Once after a while, one of my family members have felt something or the other, but it has never directly attacked anybody. This is the first time something like this has happened where I have seen like a manifestation of something which would have hurt me personally. And I think that word shocked them and scared them, and that's why we moved away. Every month, a priest would visit us for blessings, and it's like a ritual. In my culture, a priest would visit you some blessings, talk to us, feel like God is with you, stuff like that. I was around ten. I would say, that's when a priestole my mother. Your daughter has like a gift. She can see things. She can sense things which others can't. She doesn't know it yet, but she has the ability to see through what naked eyes can't. Those spirits, God people can communicate with her. So I need to be careful because you don't know. Right, even the devil dresses up as a gentleman, that can happen. My mother didn't pay attention to that at that point. But this is the story. Happened. When I was twelve years old. I had a very close aunt of mine. It was my mother's elder sister. She was battling cancer. It was a very bad breast cancer case and chemotherapy had reamed a friend. Everybody in the family was worried about him. After three years of time, doctor said that she will become well. She's responding to chemotherapy and she'll get better. Everybody was a happy, Right, Okay, she's getting better. That's a good news. But during this period I had a dream. It felt like a dream, more of it felt like reality. For some reason, I found myself in her house. In my dream, I'm in her house, but everything felt wrong. The air was darker, the room was colder, it was heavier, like the atmosphere itself was pressing down on me. I walked down towards her bedroom. I passed the kitchen, the living area. Nobody was there. I opened the door to her bedroom, and inside the room, my aunt and her husband were sleeping. Beside my aunt stood a huge, huge, shadow like figure. I couldn't see the face. There was no clear face, but I could see just the eyes. It was white like, shining white eyes, and the figure had horns, pointed horns, and I had a crown. That figure was wearing a crown and a large mustache, and he was wearing very heavy jewelries. Around Besides the figure was a massive bull. It was silent, watchful. It was not moving. But the bull had red eyes and it was like looking right at me. The figure then spoke. It said I should prepare my family and myself because it was going to take her away. Soon asked who, and the figure pointed out at my aunt and said her He said that she would be leaving the world, going to heaven very soon. That's it. I woke up. It was around four in the morning. And in Hinduism, in my religion, that period for am it is considered one of the most auspicious moments period of your life, so a lot of rituals, a lot of worshiping moments, it takes place at that point. I didn't tell anybody about this. Later, in almost six months period, my aunt passed away. The chemotherapy failed. Apparently when she died, she was in a hospital. I had school, so I was in my house. My mother and father, my parents were the one who went to her, you know, to the family, to you all the last rites. I had dreamt of the hospital, that she was in, the bed, that she was in, the room that she was in. Nobody told me where she was, Okay, I was the one who dreamt it. Later, when I told my parents, they confirmed them, like, yeah, this was the same hospital, the same bed everything. I told my mother after a while, hey, look I had dreamt this thing. She took me to a temple and she told the priest She's like, she's dreaming these things, like what's going on? The priest just looked at me and he goes, You dreamt of your brage. Yourmorrage is the god of death in our religion. He's the one who takes the souls towards heaven or hell, or to next lives whatever. That's Yourmorrage. So the description that I gave was exactly what he is supposed to look like. I don't know whether dreams are sometimes more than dreams, whether I received messages from somewhere. I don't know what it was, but it's just me, you know. I was the one who who dreamt it and it turned out to be reality. Honestly speaking, this experience changed something in me because till then, whatever experiences I had, I'm not communicating with them, but I can see them. This is the very first time something because we consider jam Rash divine. It's a god of death in our culture's divine. I dreamt of that. I dreamt of divinity. I've never told the story to anybody apart from my mother till today. Growing up, I thought it was a curse. Why am I dreaming this? Why am I the one being seeing this? Nobody in my family has that. So to some extent, I was scared because I thought my family members would think differently of me. Very religious people, right, So what if they questioned me? What if they see something different in me? But my mother told me. I remember talking to her one day and she said that God chose you for a reason. Maybe maybe there's a reason you can see these things. Maybe you can help others. I was an atheist growing up. I never believed in God. I never believed in divinity nothing. I never prayed. I was against all religion, all rituals, nothing. Once I started these dreams, these events, that's when I became closer to God. That's when I started praying to God. That's when I started feeling God around you. Maybe that's the reason. I don't know. I don't see it as a blessing or occurs anymore. I just see it as an ability that I have. Maybe God will tell me later how it will help me. That's what I feel now. So my village in India was surrounded by forest. I would go there during holidays and stuff, you know, to visit the people there, the extended relatives. Most houses had large backyards that connected directly to the forest, so houses have backyards and their fences, a big metal gate. When you cross that fencing on the gate, it's fatest, it's dense forest. The forest, you know, it always carries stories, that carries whispers, warnings. It's unexplained things that people don't generally talk about, but everybody knows. So I was around seventeen at this time. It was around two thirty night. I was not able to fall asleep for some reason. I was just tossing, turning. So I just went outside in my backyard. It's pitch black, but I was just on my phone doing something. I noticed a figure right by the fencing and the gate. I saw a young woman, maybe she was around in her twenties, early twenties. She was standing there. She had a very distorted like look on her face. Her hair was matted, her clothes were ripped off or something like dirty. And she called me by my name, and she did not call me by Nteka. That's my government name. That's everybody in my workplace and in professional setting calls me. It's my nickname, which my family member calls me. City that's what she calls me by. I looked at her. I just started going in said okay, I don't want to deal with this. I just go inside whatever. But then she said, stop, don't go. She was talking in my native language, of course, she said, please just listen. I need your help. Just listen. I don't know. Something in me just told me I couldn't just leave right. So I was like, I just looked at her, and she said, she has been killed. She has been murdered, and she has been buried around somewhere in the forest by her own family members. Why because she fell in love with someone who is from a different family name and cultural background. So the family members do not approve it. You might sound weird to some people, but it's a very common thing. Unfortunately, in a lot of places in my country. It's called honor killing. But the family members kill decades if they fall in love with somebody who was not of the same last name, same cultural background, or same family background. It's a very unfortunate thing, but it happens. So she told me that, and her voice felt desperate. She was asking me to help. She said, just inform the authorities do something. And she was crying. And while she was crying, she disappeared. I was just standing there for a second for a minute. I don't know what to do. It was around early in the morning, around seven or something. I was like, maybe I should go. Something within me, like a voice told me you should go. So I did. I went to the authorities. Nobody believed me. Of course. I took my father with me. I'm like, Dad, this is what happened, and I'm glad you have such experience. They believe me. They'll like, okay, we'll go with you. My dad went with me. We went to the authorities. Around one of the police officers, the higher inspector, was there. He's like, okay, there's nothing wrong in checking it out. Okay. So they went to the exact area where she told me her body was there. They were human remains there. It was bones, of course, but there were human remains. The circumstances match what she had told me. So they went to the family. They checked around. The family had fled back then or something. I don't know, but it's true. The family members had filed a missing complaint to sort of like cover up what they did, I guess. So they found it. They matched it. The DNA samples were done. It took like almost a year or something, but they figured out what had happened, and whatever she told me, that's exactly what had happened. I remember she requested one thing before she vanished. She said, make sure I will am cremated. In my religion, premission is the way you get to the other side. So we did that. But that's what happened. This moment forced me to question what is wrong with me? You know, am I the one who has been chosen by God? Is it reality? Is it psychological? What is it? Maybe that day I had damped this, but I did went through the authorities. They investigated, it happened, so it's the reality. Right. This is back in my university. I was in the New Delays, the capital of India. I'm twenty twenty one. I'm in my second or third year of my university and I'm living in a hostel in the university. My university was in the outskirts of the city, so more closer to the huge grounds and farm lands. And there's a humor every college. I feel our university, your school has like a rumor that there is a ghost here. But I didn't believe much. Whatever it was my exam sessions going on, and I never studied in libraries or in my classes, I would always like doing my room right. For some reason, I felt more comfortable. At that day, there was some celebration going on in the hostel, so I was getting disturbed. I went to one of my one of our classrooms. So people who stayed in the hostel near the college, they have access to use the university after hours, so one of the one of the classrooms those quiet. So I started studying. Then I hear so I looked back. I saw a guy, a very handsome guy, who's sitting there and he was just smiling at me. He's hands right, his elbows were on top of the table and I could just see till his chest area. I couldn't see anything beyond that. This is looking at me and smiling. Just smiled back, and I continued doing what I had to do. A minute passed, I heard this down again. I looked back again, and the guy he's in the same way that he was, but in a different position. He's nearer to me. Last time I saw, he was in the last eight leg bench in the chair. Now he's a little nearer to me, right, So I turned around again, didn't pay much attention, started studying again. Again, he heard the same noise. Turn around, saw that guy. He was like behind two three tables, was pretty near. Now I'm scared. I didn't think ghost back then. Honestly, I thought this one creepy guy, I should go. So I tacked up my bags and as I'm leaving, I hear the sound again and I looked back. Immediately. I don't know what this person was. He was moving from one table to another using his elbows. Like his elbows, he was using that to move. He had no body. I could see the head, the neck, the chest to some extent, but that's it. He was using his elbows to move. And that's why I could hear the doctutut sound on the table. That's what was going on. I ran, I left everything. I just ran from that place. I screamed so much. The security came running in. They're like, oh, yo, what's going on. Okay. I was like, just take my stuff from the classroom. I'm not going there, and I just went and slept in my friend's bedroom. That day. I didn't I didn't live alone from that moment. When I told my one of my friends backed then, I was like, yo, this is what I saw, and she's like yeah, a lot of people see or hear noises in that classroom. Apparently somebody, like a guy or something, he was not able to do well in his studies. He was very under pressure because in India, education is a very pressured thing. Families have a lot of expectations. If we don't do well, a lot of students commit to suicide. And India is there number one or two positions in students suicides. This guy, he committed suicide in that classroom. And from then on, people do hear weird stuff. They see chairs movings, they might see books flying off, they might hearways. And I saw a manifestation of that thing. Of course, I stayed away from that classroom. The moment the sun went down, I'm out. I'm very wary of gravey els and cemetries. I stay away from them. I stay away from the last rites area in my country where the body is burned and permitted. I stay away from those areas. I stay away from hospitals. I don't like hospitals. I don't like visiting these places because I might say something I don't know. I feel a very strong presence of something. I feel vibrations, I feel extreme either heat or cold. When I'm in these areas and I can feel shivers running down my spine, I can feel whispers around, I can feel somebody maybe touching me, somebody maybe just rests standing beside me, somebody standing behind me. I can have these feelings really strong, so I avoid these places as much as I could. This happened to me in Canada. Okay, now I'm in Canada. It's been three years. I live in Ontario, so even after moving to Canada, experiences don't stop. A couple of weeks ago, almost a month back, I was walking home from work really late, so I lived really near to my workplace, but it's like a ten minutes walking distance, so I was doing night shifts. It was around two thirty or three in the morning when I finished my work, and I was working now. For some reason, I took a different route than necessary. It was very snowy, so one of the routes that I take was very slippery, so I thought maybe I should take another route just to be safe. I don't want to fall down. But I didn't know that this route passed smetry a wave yard. I'm walking, I'm listening to a music or something. The sweet sempty. Nobody's there quite in the way that almost feels unnatural, I should say. As I walked past, I looked at the cemetery. I noticed a figure just standing inside the graveyard, near a gravestone, a long French coat, a hat, head lowered like as if staring at the ground. He had gloves on. He had the huge boots that you wear that comes still your knees, very black and leather boots. He was wearing those. I glanced once, and I kept walking. I told my son not to think about it. I told my son not to look again, but something made me look again. I don't know what it was. I looked again. I glanced at the figure again. He was not looking down anymore. The figure was staring right at me, directly at me. His eyes were red, literally red. His skin was cracked. His lips were extremely dry, as if it would just fall out at any moment. He had long hair that I can see now. Slowly, he shot a crooked smile in my direction. He looked at me, and he had a smile on his face. And it was not a welcoming smile. It was a creepy, creepy smile. It was a scary smile. The moment that happened, I ran before I could think anything else. I ran in the opposite direction of the place, and I saw a nearby church. I don't know why it was open so late, but I went there. I just stood near that and I prayed till I could feel my breath to come back. I called my mother up and I was like, Mom, I saw this. She's in India, by the way. I'm like, I saw this. I'm so scared, and my mother is like, it's okay. God is with you. Don't worry, it's okay. Don't think about it. I did not wanted to go back home because I was scared that thing will follow me. So I stayed there till it was around five in the morning and I could see some cars passing by. I could see a little bit of light coming up. That's when I felt comfortable enough to go back to my place. When I did, of course, I prayed, I took a shower, I ate something. I told my friends about it. I don't think about it anymore, and of course, as you know, I don't take that route anymore. These things happen, and it's not just nighttime. In daytimes, I can see stuff that I feel it's a human being, but then I say, okay, it's not. And there's a way I check these things. Now. When I'm walking down the road, it's twelve pm, it's like the afternoon, and I see somebody standing there. But then I cross that person, look that nobody's there. So these things happen here and there, and I've learned to ignore it because I don't want to. I don't know, get involved with this anymore. I don't have my family here. I feel i'm alone here. I have my friends, sure, but it's a foreign country. I have a lot of responsibilities on my shoulder. I don't want this anymore. So sometimes I just cry out to God. I'm like, just take this ability away, whatever this is. But then it's still there. So I've learned to I guess control it. I take in certain precautions of men, to avoid certain places as much as I could, to avoid certain things as much as I could. Does help to some extent. But as this happened, right, I saw this thing out of nowhere. I've met people who have validated me for sure that there's nothing wrong with you. You know, it's a gift. I've met with priests or spiritual leaders or some sort. I don't know how much of truths they have within what they're doing, but they tell me they're like, yeah, it happens, there's nothing wrong in it. But I've not met anybody who has experienced things just like I have, or experienced this thing just like I do. Maybe in the future, I. Hope these kinds of stories of people who have experienced things from a very very young age. As we were talking with Natika, like during the actual call, we were talking about how certain cultures you'd call them, certain regions where people have different ideas of what the paranormal or the supernatural is like In my family, for example, when I can say something like I saw something out in the fields, turns out I'm not going to get a You're just seeing things right, They're going to be like, WHOA, tell me more. And this is a similar thing that I received with Natika during the phone call, that her experiences were acknowledged. People already assumed, you know that there is a supernatural realm, there are things that are happening out there. So I feel like that itself reinforces more of our minds to stay open about the paranormal. I mean, it's just a theory that I have, but I'm interested in knowing what you think. I mean, I received phone calls about scary stories in English and in Spanish, and I know that some of the mentality that goes behind the paranormal in I guess, in Latin American countries so far, and also people from India and other countries, it's very open to other things happening. And I always feel like this openness is what sharpens our I guess, sensitivity to the supernatural, you know. But again it's just it's just my own perspective and I'm very interested in finding out yours. But yeah, that was Let me know what you think about this episode. Let me know what you thought about the stories. And if dreams can become premonitions, can dreams tell the future? 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