The Horror Series: Jamini - The Ragini

Today I’m going to narrate a real story told to me by my Accounts teacher when I was in 11th standard.

Let’s get into the story. Me and my friends were in the coaching room. That was a stormy evening, with black and cloudy sky, and the wind was as strong as to get a small girl like me into trouble. “Namely there are three types of trading, Note down all of them. One..” Boom, the sky lit up once and there was a gurgle among the clouds and then the lights went off. We all struck-stilled for a moment and then realized that the lights went for a trip. Sir went to the next room and came with a burning candle. The candle-lit room and the weather was arousing us girls for some romance, but as our boy-

friends were far away then, so nothing could substitute romance as good as some horror stories. So we requested Sir to narrate a horror story. Being a middle aged teacher, he was always serious. But somehow, he agreed and started his story with a low deep voice.

‘There was a boy in Midnapur, who lived in a huge, some hundred years old ancestral house with his family. There were quite a lot of mango, banyan, neem and other tall and stout trees at the back yard of the house. There were some dark bushes too. Though it was pleasant to eyes on full-moon nights, the Amavashya nights used to cast a dark spell on it. It looked nothing less than a Bhoot Bungalow. The local people, had spread rumor of the house being haunted. But the family who lived there never experienced any kind of paranormal activities in the long ancestral ownership.

One evening the boy’s father was out with some work and even the boy was off to his friends house for some party. It was almost mid-night, when their party got over. His friend advised him not to go home at such time, but the boy did not listen to him. He started for his house and his friend accompanied him till the Bansh Bagan. After that, the boy started walking all alone. The boy began to think about “Bensho-Bhoot” which he had once read about somewhere. He got frightened as hell thinking all those and moreover, he could hardly see anything in the darkness. He started running. Finally, the boy reached home. He then knocked the door, but no one opened it. He knocked it multiple times but without any response. He thought, his mother and sister may be asleep and so, he went to the back-door of the house, which was near to his sister's room and banged it. When he raised his hand for the third time to knock, his eye did catch an unusual view. He turned back and saw a girl wearing a white Saari was washing clothes across the small marsh beneath the mango-tree. Washing clothes in such late hours was absolutely not feasible. The boy took a more intense view, and he almost freezed, when he saw the girl was washing clothes without water. The girl at that moment, raised her head and smiled. The boy had some more goose-bumps and shivers coming his way, when he noticed her eyes were completely white. The girl started walking towards him but her legs were above the ground. “How the bloody hell is this even possible?” the boy murmured. He tried to run, but he suddenly remembered what his mom once told him, that whenever he has an encounter with such paranormal things, he should never turn his back. He should keep an eye on them, but no eye contacts, as they possess the power of hypnosis. So the boy did not run. He kept an eye on the horrifying girl and banged the door as hard as he could for several times. At last, his sister opened the door. The boy rushed in and closed the door. He was so terrified that he could not speak anything. The next day, the boy told his mom the whole incident. His mom told him about “Jamini”. He was familiar with the name as he heard rumors about the spirit of this girl, Jamini haunting this house. When his mom told him that the girl whom he saw the previous night was Jamini, he almost fainted. Jamini was the worshipper of Satan. The villagers called her Ragini. She used to wash clothes for the officers who lived there 300 years back. The officers knew that Jamini had no-one to look after for her. So, one night they called Jamini to meet their sexual desires. They raped Jamini and left her there in a white cloth. She committed suicide that night hanging from the mango tree. According to the villagers, Jamini committed suicide because she was the wife of satan and humans had touched her body. Afterwards, the four officers who raped her, died mysteriously in that plot only. Predecessors of that boy had got the house at a low rate afterwards, and so they bought it. However they were unknown to the fact till a few years of their purchase. His mom told him, that Jamini wants to say something to him, because no one in their family had seen her either except him. Then on, the boy started feeling Jamini's presence everywhere in the house, which terrified him all the time. So he was sent to Kolkata later on.

But, the story doesn’t end here. He was living in Kolkata peacefully. The boy loved playing basket- ball. There was a basket-ball court very near to his hostel-room. The boy used to play there regularly. One night, at nearly 2 AM, the boy was awakened by the sound of a basket-ball hitting the ground again and again. So he went to look who was playing basket-ball at such late hour. There he saw a man, wearing a white cloth, hitting the ball continuously against the floor. The boy came closer to have a clear look as the place was not well-lit. Suddenly the man turned his face towards him and he got terrified such, that he fell on the ground. He tried to crawl towards his room but the next view he got, struc him nothing less than a thunder. He saw the same white eyes staring at him with a terrific smile like that of Jamini. The man was murmuring something in a strange manner. The boy remembered what his mom told him that day, that Jamini wants to say something to him and him only. The boy couldn’t take more and fainted there. At near 4 AM, the boy gained consciousness and remembered everything that happened a few hours ago. He made a dash towards his room. Even after a long 5 years, Jamini hasn’t forgotten him, he thought to himself. As the day began, he went once again to the basket-ball court only to discover that their coach was lying un-conscious there. The coach was unable to say how he got there. But, the boy understood everything. It was Jamini who brought him there. He heard it earlier that spirits need human body to communicate. But why is she trying to communicate with him? What does she want? And various other questions came up in his mind. The boy is still waiting to have another encounter with Jamini.'

We all had goose-bumps by the time Sir finished the story. Then, we noticed the cut-off was already repaired. Lights were on and the candle was burnt off. The clock struck, 10 o’clock. We remembered, even Sir used to live in Midnapore before. We asked Sir, who was the boy? Sir was shivering like anything by then and what he told, left us star-struck. He said the boy was none other than him.

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