This spine-tingling tale comes from a man in Ponda, Goa, who had a terrifying experience one fateful night
In September, he came down from England and usually stayed at his aunt’s place in Margao because his parents hadn’t arrived in Goa yet. One evening, he decided to visit his home in Ponda. However, on his way, he got a call from his cousin, inviting him over to Quepem for drinks. He agreed and promised to be there by 7 PM. He went home, packed his backpack, and left for his cousin’s place, arriving at around 7:15 PM.
The evening was pleasant, filled with laughter and beers. Around 12:10 AM, the mood shifted when his cousin brought up a sensitive family topic. The conversation turned into a heated argument, and in a fit of anger, he decided to leave immediately. Despite his cousins begging him to stay, he stormed out at 12:40 AM, determined to return to Ponda.
The route via Shiroda and Panchwadi is notoriously eerie, with no street lights or reflectors. It felt like a scene from a horror movie. He reached Ponda around 1:30 AM. Before going home, he stopped for a cigarette. As he turned off his bike and took a few puffs, he heard a woman giggling. Checking his phone, it was exactly 1:36 AM. He looked around but saw nothing and resumed smoking. The giggling returned, this time from a different direction.
Suddenly, he spotted a woman standing with a child a few yards away. They seemed out of place, especially at that hour. Thinking they might need help, he stopped and asked if they were okay. The woman didn’t respond, her hair covering her face, and the child was so dark he could barely see him. He asked again if they needed help. The child responded in a deep, manly voice, “My mom was murdered and I was never born.” A chill ran down his spine. Frightened, he pulled out his phone to call his cousin. When he looked up again, they had vanished. Shaken, he thought he might have been hallucinating from the beer, but the fear felt too real.
He eventually made it home safely, but the memory of that night remains vivid. It’s a chilling reminder that some souls might still be wandering among us, restless and unavenged. This story serves as a spooky warning to all who travel the lonely roads of Goa at night—be cautious, for you never know what or who you might encounter in the darkness.
