Copyright buzzfeed
"My friend and I were in grade 12. In India, there is festival of lights which is celebrated widely with the exchange of sweet meats to family members. My friend called me to accompany him to visit his grandmother (not technically his real grandma, but he called her that). We went to her house and knocked on her door quite a few times, but we got no response. We were about to turn back when we heard the squish-squashing of bathroom slippers, so we waited. The door opened after some time, and we were invited in by an older lady. My friend hugged her, and we sat in the living room." "We chit-chatted for some time, during which my friend asked her why the house was such a mess. She said she was already too old, it was difficult for her to take care of the house, and she was counting her days. After we left, we went to a nearby shop just outside the gate for a cigarette. The shopkeeper kept looking at us as if he had seen a ghost. There was no response, even when we started asking questions. After few seconds, he got up and left the shop. Then, we saw a few other shopkeepers converging on us from all directions. When they came closer, they asked who we were and what were we doing inside that compound where the old lady lived. My friend explained everything, and the shopkeepers were shocked. They revealed that it’s been five years since the old lady had died, and that they had to break open the door to take her body out. We obviously didn’t believe them and refuted them, to which they led us again to the house. This time, we saw that the door was indeed broken. The packet of sweet meat we left her was nowhere to be seen, and the house was in a dilapidated condition. We were dumbstruck and afraid. I never visited that place again. I think it was probably a glitch in the matrix."
