Irfan (Volume - 2) / IRFAAN-2

Although, I was not satisfied in keeping that thing. However, I agreed to keep it with me till his return that he will come and take his thing back. In short, Mr. Hendry left my place and left that idol with me. I put it on a table near my bed. I drowned in sleep sooner than normal when I lied on bed. However, horrible and weird dreams were seen by me one after the other. First I saw myself in big room where stone idols were fixed on platforms all around. Then I went to crypts under crypts one after other and reached the deepest crypt at the end which became narrower in every step I took due to which my breath was tightened. At last I felt as if am buried alive and I woke up with a loud shriek. My body was all wet with sweat and such a fear had taken my heart all over as if an appalling disaster was chocking my neck. When I regained consciousness and I saw at my vents of the room which were left open at that time, I shivered with dread and terror because in the pane of the vent was sitting a big white bat which was glaring at me and its eyes were erect up like a dangerous beast as if it was planning to attack me. It went away and I sprang out of my bed. I saw it outside through window that it was hovering over the canopy of the trees nearby in fast speed in that moonlit night. My neck was protuberant and swelling when I saw it in the morning. Doctor was called and he was surprised. The reason which he told was the bite of some poisonous bug. I kept silent. Mr. Hendry returned London and demanded his idol back. I felt great comfort and pleasure in giving him his thing back. At the time of leaving, he asked me if I had noticed something novel about that idol. I did not tell him and advised him to lay that idol back to its place from where it was picked.

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He stared at me with strange surprise and left after shaking hand. Some period passed after this incident and the matter of that bat was forgotten by me with time. One day I was reading the New York Herald newspaper that I saw an article in it with heading 'Mysterious Death of an American Traveler'. This was written in the details that Mr. Hendry, was found dead in a hotel of Roolafit. His long and dreadful cry was heard by the another traveler of the adjacent room. Since he heard not the second, he slept. In Doctors' opinion, the reason of his death was heart failure. Materialistic mind would surely mock at this kind of incident that how can the dead spirits of many thousand years return in the world to kill or harm the living beings. However, those people, who have faced such unseen encounters, they know their reality well that the spirits are many degrees powerful than the living beings and if a Roohani desires, he can kill and destroy many thousand corporeal living beings in a breath and can conduct them benefit if it desires otherwise and can enrich them with his Beneficence and bounties. In the above story, how many people of Mr. Hendry and then he were killed by the spirit of a spiritual guide buried three to four thousand years ago through its invisible power just in wake of taking a stone sculpt from its grave! The sensual ignorant people may call these accounts false and imaginary but when the people with intuition (and insight) the living-hearted Arifeen have themselves seen and observed these kinds of incidents and accounts in consciousness and wakened state, they do not give any worth to these sensual doubts and Baatil objections of the dead-hearted sensual beings. How can they disbelieve in that which was seen by their eyes, heard by ears and acknowledged by their hearts!

Cheiro has also mentioned another account like the above in his book which is more horrifying and strange. We present it hereunder for the interest of the readers.