roads

Not for the FAINT OF HEART. You have been WARNED! Dun dun dun… 

I heard this one from a driver dai and drivers are the best people to go to for scary stories because they are travelers and they travel lonely roads in the dead of night a lot.

So this driver dai from Bhaktapur (I cannot mention his name. I didn’t explicitly confirm I could share this) and his friend was returning home from a party one night. They were riding separate motorcycles.

This dai was a little ahead of his friend and was riding through this dark empty highway. Because it was highway, he had his front light shining almost straight. So, he could see till real far when, this was around Thimi, something like a tall big pole/pillar came into view. It was re…..d in color and was standing right in the middle of the road. He slowly came to a stop then called out to his friend who was just catching up.

“Hey! Look over there. What is that?”

His friend was as stupefied. Why was this red, tall pillar like thing put in the middle of the road?

They slowly approached this thing and coming closer, the pole started to look a lot like a woman. It was indeed a really tall woman in a really red sari, one of those with them shiny golden things sewn in.  She had a very pretty but expressionless face, her long black hair was loose and her skin was impossibly white.

As they came closer, the woman extended both her arms and made the gesture for them to stop. Neither of them wanted to. Instead, trying to ride past her, they rounded towards their respective sides. They took a big round in order to be clear of her but, apparently, she wasn’t having that. Her pale hands, continuing that ‘come’ like motion used to say stop to vehicles, started to stretch.

He said that that split second of time felt like eternity, wondering if they would make it past her or if the hands would get them first. All this was while moving towards her. They were terrified but confused like what is happening, is this happening? Then zoom! They rode past her with her hands almost brushing the side of their faces.

They passed her just before the hands could touch them. They were inches away, he said. And when they turned around after a few seconds, the road was empty. Shaking, they drove home at top speed without stopping and without looking back.

They were both cold as ice and fell ill for days. He was so traumatized that anyone in red made him jump throughout the following years.

He said other people driving through the road has witnessed the woman in red as well. I too remember hearing a similar story a long time ago. Minus the hands stretching, but the tall pillar like thing that turns out to be a really tall woman was there and I think it was around Thimi as well.

GALLERY

Dai– Literally means ‘brother’ but also used on unrelated older males for the lack of a better word to address such people with

Bhaktapur and Thimi– Places within Kathmandu valley, Capital of Nepal