And she said she has been killed, she has been murdered, and she has been buried around somewhere

in the forest by her own family members.

A child is her mother, but she isn't really there.

Then a voice from the forest leads to a buried truth.

Tonight we follow one listener's lifetime of encounters with something that refuses to stay in the dark.

My name is Edwin, and here is Nitaika's true, scary story. What you're about to hear are not stories that I've ordered from people, or books or urban legends.

These are like real experiences.

And there was times when I was like question myself, is it real, is it not?

But then as I grew up, I sort of just went with the flow.

Some happened to me when I was a child in India.

That's my motherland.

I grew up there.

I was born there.

Other followed me years later.

I don't ask people to believe what I say.

I just ask you to hear me out.

I was around like four or five years old. At that age, the world feels huge. Every staircase feels taller, every shadow feels deeper.

We were in a very larger family, like ancestral properties in India.

They're huge.

So I was living there.

It was almost three stories high.

The ground floor has a living room, the kitchen, the bedrooms.

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