This incident was told to me by my uncle, who heard it from his uncle. He says that it is a true incident which happened to his uncle back in the 60s or so, but I'd rather not try and validate its authenticity.
In India, most horror folklores involve witches, who look like the average women, and are always on the lookout to cause harm to others so as to gain some personal benefits like more strength or increased lifespan or something of that sort.
So one night, this uncle, in his twenties, was coming back from work when he spotted a lady wandering alone in the streets. She looked like she was in her mid-fifties, saree- clad, like most women in those days, with nothing unusual or out of the ordinary about her. Back in those days, people used to be more humane in their outlook, so out of sheer concern for her safety, he asked her why she was out all alone in the streets so late at night.
She told him that she had nowhere to go and had lost her everything ( he couldn't recall the exact details). Out of sympathy, he asked the lady to accompany him home and work for him as his cook since he was staying away from the family and needed someone to manage the house and his food. She agreed with gratitude.
He used to get up in the mornings, eat and carry the lunch she had cooked and packed for him to his workplace, come back at night, eat the dinner she had cooked for him and go to sleep. This went on for sometime. But, slowly, as the days progressed, he started to observe something rather odd about the food he was consuming. He always smelled something foul in it, which made him want to throw up, but out of courtesy and good manners, he kept mum. He also started feeling very weak and more tired in those days.
He told his relatives about this issue and they collectively advised him to keep a check on the woman. One day, to calm his growing curiosity, he went back home much than he usually used to. He quietly tried to locate the woman in the house, so that he could catch her in the act of whatever she was doing, in case she was up to something!
He found her in the kitchen. But what his eyes witnessed left him frozen, with eyes and mouth wide open in surprise and horror, and anguishing in fever for the next few days.
The lady was preparing the dough with her feet and she was using her faeces instead of water or milk. Also, what scared him the most was that, her feet…they were just too twisted for any normal human being to have. Just as she realized his presence, she vanished into thin air.
(My uncle tells me this is true. I'm too scared to even question its legitimacy. Sorry for the long narration. I hope you liked it.)
In India, most horror folklores involve witches, who look like the average women, and are always on the lookout to cause harm to others so as to gain some personal benefits like more strength or increased lifespan or something of that sort.
So one night, this uncle, in his twenties, was coming back from work when he spotted a lady wandering alone in the streets. She looked like she was in her mid-fifties, saree- clad, like most women in those days, with nothing unusual or out of the ordinary about her. Back in those days, people used to be more humane in their outlook, so out of sheer concern for her safety, he asked her why she was out all alone in the streets so late at night.
She told him that she had nowhere to go and had lost her everything ( he couldn't recall the exact details). Out of sympathy, he asked the lady to accompany him home and work for him as his cook since he was staying away from the family and needed someone to manage the house and his food. She agreed with gratitude.
He used to get up in the mornings, eat and carry the lunch she had cooked and packed for him to his workplace, come back at night, eat the dinner she had cooked for him and go to sleep. This went on for sometime. But, slowly, as the days progressed, he started to observe something rather odd about the food he was consuming. He always smelled something foul in it, which made him want to throw up, but out of courtesy and good manners, he kept mum. He also started feeling very weak and more tired in those days.
He told his relatives about this issue and they collectively advised him to keep a check on the woman. One day, to calm his growing curiosity, he went back home much than he usually used to. He quietly tried to locate the woman in the house, so that he could catch her in the act of whatever she was doing, in case she was up to something!
He found her in the kitchen. But what his eyes witnessed left him frozen, with eyes and mouth wide open in surprise and horror, and anguishing in fever for the next few days.
The lady was preparing the dough with her feet and she was using her faeces instead of water or milk. Also, what scared him the most was that, her feet…they were just too twisted for any normal human being to have. Just as she realized his presence, she vanished into thin air.
(My uncle tells me this is true. I'm too scared to even question its legitimacy. Sorry for the long narration. I hope you liked it.)
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