The Infant in the Road
A caller named Delwar shared a story about his older brother, who ran a rice trading business in their home village. One night, the brother and a friend were biking home from a distant market after a long day of trading, arriving around 11:00 PM. The friend's bicycle chain kept slipping, so he fell behind while Delwar's brother rode ahead.
As they approached the sloped path leading into their village, the brother suddenly saw what looked like an infant, no older than three or four months, lying in the road ahead, crying. He braked hard, confused — no one would leave a baby out at that hour in that remote spot. Panicked, he called for his friend, who was still some distance back. When his friend arrived, he abandoned his bike and pointed toward where he'd seen the baby — but there was nothing there. No child, no blanket, nothing.
Shaken, they went home and told the family. That night, while the brother and his wife slept, the wife suddenly screamed and both of them were later found trembling uncontrollably. When calmed down, the brother explained he'd dreamed — or perhaps not dreamed — of a beautiful woman in white who took his hand and said, "Come with me. You saw my baby and ran away instead of bringing it to me." He said he'd woken up mid-dream and realized the woman was actually standing there, pulling at his arm, and he'd been gripping the bed frame in terror. His wife had seen her too.
The family brought in a huzur, who gave the brother a tabiz, and the disturbances stopped — until years later, after the brother's daughter was born. Around age four or five, the girl began screaming in the night that "someone" was strangling her, her face turning dark and her body going rigid. Doctors found nothing wrong. When it recurred at the exact same time the following night, the family consulted a kobiraj, who — without being told any prior history — said that a spirit had been unable to reach the father because of his tabiz, and had turned to his daughter instead. After the kobiraj performed prayers over the child and the house, the problems stopped for good.
A college student named Rony was traveling two hours to his grandmother's house in a rural area outside his hometown. He hired a rickshaw pulled by an elderly but sturdy-looking man. The two chatted pleasantly during the ride — the driver had recently gotten married and shared funny stories about the wedding.
As they left the town limits and entered a poorly lit village road running through a bamboo grove, the driver suddenly stopped, asked Rony to wait, and disappeared behind some bushes. Time passed with no response. When Rony called out, there was silence — and he began to feel a creeping fear. Stepping off the rickshaw with his phone's flashlight, he searched the empty road and bamboo thickets, finding nothing. Then he heard a groaning sound nearby and ran toward it.
What he found, he says, he'll never forget: the driver lying on the ground with his throat and chest slashed open — a scene of horror he had never witnessed firsthand before.
The next thing Rony remembers is waking up in bed, surrounded by relatives, including an uncle. When he mentioned the rickshaw driver, his uncle told him there had been no one there — a man on his way to prayer had found Rony passed out alone near the bamboo grove. When Rony insisted on searching the area with his uncle and others, they found no trace of blood, a body, or a rickshaw — only Rony's own phone, lying in the grass where he'd apparently dropped it. To this day, he says, he has no explanation for what he saw or how he got there.
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