Even the calmest people carry one story they can't fully explain. This is mine — an incident from a trip to Uttarakhand that still gives me a strange feeling every time I tell it.
I was driving. It was around 12:30 at night. We'd just left Haridwar, and there's a stretch called Sher Ghati along that route. The moment my car took the turn there, it stopped. Just stopped.
The Car Stops for No Reason
My driver was sitting with me, and he started checking things right away. His guess was simple — maybe the engine had overheated. He said we should turn the car off for ten minutes and try again after that. Nothing unusual so far. Cars stall. That's it.
One of the boys on my team got out. He has a habit of smoking, and he said, "Maa, main aata hoon" — I'll be right back — and stepped out. I was still sitting inside the car. I watched him walking off ahead of us.
He Came Back Running
And then, all of a sudden, he came running back from the same direction — screaming.
He was shouting for everyone to get inside the car and close the windows. He got in and kept saying, "Maa, chalo yahan se. Hum nahi bachenge. Chalo yahan se" — let's leave, we won't survive, let's just go.
I calmed him down. Gave him some water. And then I asked him what actually happened.
What He Saw Under the Tree
He said there was a tree up ahead, and under that tree sat a man wrapped in a blanket. I asked him why he'd gone near that man in the first place. He said he hadn't gone to bother anyone — he'd just gone to ask for a matchstick.
But the moment he got close, the man turned into a dog.
He said it was a chhalava. And he told me you'll find these chhalava in every hilly area, without fail.
He ran from there, backward, without turning around properly. And every time he looked behind him, he saw a different shape. Not the same one twice. Something new each time.
A Miracle, Nothing Else
I still don't understand how that boy got away safely. Because if you get that close to a chhalava, it's said not to let you go — it pulls you into its circle, and you don't walk out of that easily.
But somehow he did. That part, to me, was a genuine miracle.
The second he told me all this, I turned the key in the ignition and drove. I don't know what speed I hit that night. I wasn't thinking about potholes ahead, or hitting something in the dark. I just drove.
That was the first night all of us slept in the same room. Nobody wanted to be alone.
The Loop You Don't Come Back From
There's one more thing he said, and it's stayed with me. If a chhalava does get you, you get stuck in a loop. It just keeps going. And you never really come out of it.
Has anyone else you know ever run into something like this on a hill road at night?