IMG_8581We moved into this house, in 2011 with a two years lease. I have never talked about what i went through since then on a public platform because I thought it would be stupid to talk about mere feelings and notions, let alone the fact that there is a 100% possibility of my own mind playing tricks on me.

Today, when I sit and recollect all the things that have surprisingly gone wrong while in this house- I find they are many. Β And it all seemed to have bloomed out of nowhere.


When I moved into this house on a cold January morning, my skin looked healthy, I was happy, my appliances were all in good condition, I was engaged to that sweetheart boy of mine- we stepped in, had a look at the house and we were instantly sold. The big windows, the flooding lights, the airy balconies- it was pretty much a home we were looking to live in.

On a day’s notice, we moved in and started our family. Rohan did not move in yet- but he was about to. And he would be with me, for most days, after work and on weekends. It was just about perfect.

Months went and everything was going fine when we got a pair of guinea pigs. Fuzzy and Zoe if you remember? If not, here they are.


Me and Ro went all the way from our place to Bandra to get them home! Oh what fun times. We kept them in a big cage in our living room and every weekend we took them out to the garden to play and munch on some grass. We loved them.

A couple of months passed when one night I had a dream. That a dark figure is calling me out. It broke. I woke up and fell asleep to dream again. In my dream, within the dream I woke up to find a man hanging from the ceiling fan in my bedroom. I wake up, look at the clock and its some minutes past 2. And then I really wake up and look at the clock. Some minutes past 2.

Spooky as it is, I went to check on the little piglets. They seem to be hungry. I gave them a handful of cherries and came back- sleepy and with a mild headache.

At 7, when I opened the door to let the maid in, I went near their cage. Huddled and glassy eyed- they lay there cold and dead. As if petrified with something they have no clue about.

We buried them in the garden with a heavy heart and forgot all about it.


Meanwhile I started having huge fights with Rohan. Somewhere there was a tension between the two of us and we blamed ourselves for it. You see, every house has a weak point and a strong one- I am generally the weak one and hence whatever happens is generally my fault. Rohan is the angry one who also has OCD and Im the one who forgets to do things and dont do it properly. But we reverse roles too and make for a perfect yin and yang. I won’t hide that, really. But our fights end with smiles and laughter. These fights were never ending. Very unlike the relationship we used to share.


One stormy night, I had a dream again.

That the whole world had turned an ugly angle of 40 degree or so. Its twilight time with a tinge of blood red and dark grey in the sky and I must go to Rohan’s home. In a tilted world, I step out of the door and see a man- dark, grim and with gloom in his smile- telling me, “its time”

I look at him and for a split second think of all the good things in my life. The smiles, the laughter, the beautiful world- and I tell him, “Not now. Not today”

I wake up sweaty, feeling jittery and vulnerable. I still wonder if that was death.


On close heels to this one, I see little marks on my hand- my fingers. The doctor recognized it as detergent allergy. I know once I move out, I’ll be cured.


Sometime that week when i was heating food, I feel something cold on the nape of my neck. Someone just told me that the soup is bad. I think its my inner voice. I heat it and take a spoonful. Its rotten like its 2 months old.


I close the door, the door opens. I switch the gas off, it gets switched on. I feel murderous and irritated and everything gets to me. Im hardly the person I used to be


To make rice in a microwave, you put it for 9 minutes. On one such occasion, we hear a bang and see the microwave on the floor. It was on, hot and looks like someone just took it and thre it off the shelf.


A week back, I had a dream. That there was an earthquake and I am trying to get up from my bed and run. I fail- the world is shaking, way too violently. I look at the clock in my dream- its around 3.

I wake up with a jolt, I look at the clock- its about the same time.

I survive the night and talk to my sis in law about it the next day. Spooked, I sleep alone again (ro was in himalayas) that night.

Next morning, mishtuk passes away.


My lil sis in law calls from chennai and tells me she felt something too. And while on the phone I hear something else. I ask her, hey who ur talking to? She seems oblivious and asks me, well I was gonna ask you the same thing.


We finally decide to leave. The motorbikes seem to have unnecessary problems and hoard of problems are cropping up for no reason. Like the house has a heart and its ticking viciously. Challenging us, every minute.

But we are determined to move, come what may.


In my culture, they say when something bad is about to happen to you, your pet takes the curse first

In my culture, the god of death is yama. A dark man who comes to take you away


notions or not, we human beings are equipped with sense that can feel uncanny presences. Whether you believe it or not- I have a feeling that my house is haunted.

I’ll see you next week. In a trouble free new home.

16 thoughts on “The House: You can hear its vicious heart ticking”

  1. I got goose bumps when I read this post Ruku….but trust me, you are not the only one with such experiences, I do not want to share mine here, will chat about it some other day πŸ™‚ move to a new house soon and let me know πŸ™‚ take care!!!

  2. I too have experienced similar things to this…our homes are reflections of us I guess. The bit about your pets taking the curse first – that really resonated with me… Hope your new house is light-filled and love-filled and nothing nasty can get at you. Wish me the same as I am also making a fresh start! πŸ™‚

    1. Holy mother of Christ! Really? Yes, Violet, sending you faith & my best wishes for a beautiful, positive, love filled home to you. I am confident you will leave behind all negative things. Would love to know what happened…did you blog about it? Give me the link if you have.

      1. Oh, just things here and there…pets dying and objects in the house not behaving as they should. The day before I separated from my husband, our big wedding portrait decided to fling itself across the hallway with no provocation, no breeze or anyone knocking it over…weird. Or just dumb coincidence! πŸ™‚

  3. Very very scary…definitely scary and i still have the goosebumps. Your post reminds me of my uncle’s house where at night when anyone would go to the bathroom, they would surely feel someone brushing past them. of course we never saw anybody…only felt someone there at the end of the corridor. Take care and move to a trouble-free house soon. Good luck πŸ™‚

    1. Yes, Shreyoshi- this weekend. Have had enough.
      Worst part is you have no proof. Only you know what you go through…which makes things very difficult.

  4. Hey sis…This sounds spooky. I have encountered 2 different entity on different courses of time. In my religion Demon is dangerous. I hope its not a Demon :(..3 O clock sounds horrifying…Some spirits are disturbing. Do some rite or ritual u do believe in. Hope things fall in place soon….
    But its a real danger if this exists ahead…

    May God bless you both…

  5. When you are in your new place, go to this link to sign up for Jutta (from Namibia) and her free healing sessions on Tues. nights at 9pm. That’s 9, your time, wherever you are in the world. It should help set you on the right path to get back to happiness and only takes 20 mins.wk.

  6. If you could’ve written this in October you’d have a creepy Halloween post.
    Sorry for what you went through though, hope you will be so much better after the move!
    I don’t know what to tell you about my belief in ghosts and haunted houses and all, but I do believe it’s best to trust our instinct. You two are married and if this feels best, than that *Is* the best idea!

  7. PS: on the dreams note – mine are telling me things as well. That is how I managed to find my uncle, who turned out to be dead long ago. But I believe he somehow helped me find his grave.

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