As we prepared for the next part of our investigation, we woke up very early that morning with a feeling of unease. We brought Abdul along with our usual group. He had agreed happily, even smiling, but there was something unusual about him. His eyes kept darting around nervously, like he was looking for something he couldn't see, and he wouldn't meet anyone's gaze directly.
I pulled him aside.
"Is everything okay? You seem worried."
He spoke in a quiet voice. "
I'm not happy at work." He explained that his boss sends him out late at night to get supplies and food. The fastest way takes him past a crematorium and a cemetery. He took a deep breath. "There have been close calls. Things I can't explain."
I was unsettled by what he told me.
I could feel his fear and offered him a solution. "Come to Karachi. Work as my housekeeper. Keep this a secret, but I'll pay you twice as much." He nodded, looking relieved.
Later, the five of us gathered again.
I told the manager that Abdul was needed for a robbery. But the real plan was much worse.
After walking almost a kilometer, we arrived at the spot.
A six-foot wall separated a Muslim cemetery from a Hindu crematorium. Both places had a bad name, but the crematorium was the one villagers feared the most.
A group of local kids had gathered as we set up our gear.
When asked about strange happenings, one pointed to an old grave near the wall. "That one," he said. "That's where it happens."
The grave looked more than 75 years old.
According to the kids, after sunset, smoke would rise from it, and a woman dressed in white appeared, holding a rusty grass-cutting tool. Anyone who approached her was chased. Those who ran away made it out alive.
After sending the kids home, we placed an EVP recorder and an EMF detector next to the tomb.
The devices started acting up right away. Something was there.
While setting up the cameras, Diljeet and I hid nearby.
Smoke started to rise as the sun turned blood-red. A shadow appeared—slowly, deliberately. A woman.
She looked exactly as the reports said when seen through the infrared camera.
Then she disappeared.
Abdul shouted, "Look behind you!"
before we could say anything.
She was just a few meters away.
"I heard everything you said!" she screamed.
We shot at her.
But she wasn't hurt by the bullets.
"Now!"
I shouted.
Torches with bright beams turned on.
She screamed—and she was gone.
She had disappeared.
But the fear stayed with us and became part of our memories forever.