This is a story about a village that came to light back in the year 1960, 13 years after India got its independence, even development was hardly in process yet. The village is located on the far side of the town (approx. 50-60km) near the state border where the roads of the country ended and the road of another country began. It is place unaffected by civilization where nature and supernatural dwell side by side. It is a tale of the river Tuitu which is surrounded by mountains and hamlets where humans struggle to survive the chaotic ambience of the spirits that seem to have made the place their home. I heard of it about a year ago through my friend Samuel, it was narrated to him by his father Nathan. He one day put it in his status about the crepiness of it and how his dad used to talk about that place when he was a little boy, me being me as you all know by now couldn’t help but ask every bit of details and I must tell you my horror loving self is more than satisfied by the chills I got from it. As I began typing this story, I have an uneasy feeling which made me very uncomfortable leading to me constantly checking my surrounding, it seemed like their sounds will somehow make their way to my ears.
It all began when Nathan along with his three friends Benjamin, Franky and Phillip who are still young that time (in their early 20’s) and very much energetic usually go to that village to pluck some species which was found only in the jungle there and for deer hunting as well. Back then there was hardly any means of public transportation and let us not forget the poor road conditions of India even till date, so they would start off at dawn by bicycle and reach there by dusk, it took them one whole day just to get there. As if that wasn’t hard enough, they also had to cross the hanging wooden bridge which was 10ft. above the very deep river that ran through the village. According to Nathan there were about 10 houses in the village and around 3 or 4 other villages nearby, there was also no electricity there. One very odd thing about them is that as soon as evening comes no one is to be seen or heard, they usually finish all their works by noon and since the land is situated near rivers and mountains the sun sets early and rises late at morning, even the geography of the place itself doesn’t seem to be quite right.
As soon as the four friends reach there, they would go straight into the jungle which was a bit further down the village and spread their tent using soft tree branches as a mattress, their camping spot is often by the confluence of two rivers. This was their fourth visit there, one which haunted them for the rest of their life’s.
It all started one fateful morning as they all went out to pluck some species, Nathan went ahead deeper into the jungle further down their camp base to haunt for deer. All of his focus was diverted to hunting, everything else around couldn’t even grab his attention, it was then he heard a melodious sound which was very hard to ignore. Curiosity got the best of him so he followed the sound he heard eager to know where it came from. As he got closer, he realised the sound was of a boy singing a love song in their local language, it came from the other side of the jungle so he went ahead and cross the stream thinking it must be one of the villagers on Jhum cultivation with their kids, he thought to himself it would be nice to talk to someone from the area but when he got there no one was at sight. The place was filled with trees and bushes, there was no place to even make a small garden, a bit surprised he climb up the tallest tree hoping to see someone somewhere around but there was no one even to the far end. Feeling anxious and restless he climbed down the tree making his way back their camp side as fast as he can. When he got there, he told his friends what he just witnessed but they were already aware of the situation, they told him how some months back three young boys came to the river for fishing but got drowned, one of them luckily made out alive while the other two went missing in the river. It was only few days back they found their body which was already half decomposed, the voice he heard was of one of the boys whose soul wandered around as death took him before time. Later that day as they were talking to one of the villagers Gracie, they learned of a tale they wished they never had.
The river there was the real mystery taking the life’s it wishes to, people who went near it drown suspiciously and only some few survived its pull. It is said that one gets drawn to the river by some strange unknown force and it pulls them in as soon as they got near. The spirits of the souls that were taken remained near it, unsatisfied of their deaths, making sounds for all ears to hear pulling in the others so they too can have a death like theirs, the villagers called them ‘The ghost of Tuitu’ named after the river itself. They are said to be active as soon as the sun goes down, so people are forbidden to go out then and also told never to tease the spirits as their anger you would never wish for and one angry spirit awakens the rest of them (who knows how many of them are there). Many has made an assumption that there might be a Goddess that resides there, a very cruel one to be precise as it keeps on taking lives of innocent. After they went back to their tent that day things seem to be much clearer for them to see, all those times they though the sounds they heard turns out to be the spirits and not human. They start to recall incidents they ignored before and that night none of them could sleep with the voices of the spirits sounding even more distinct than before, they sat through the night singing every hymn they know and with the first sight of the sun they went back home vowing to never return.
60 years later his son Mike along with 2 of his staffs went there for an office geographic and demographic survey, it took them about 2 to 3 hours to get there by car. I ask him if there was any changes or development in the village and he told me that the wooden hanging bridge was now a concrete one, the roads are in a better condition and the village is fully electrified now. The people according to him as kind and humble as they were, have a lifestyle completely different to ours and consider themselves as people out of this world, the place itself felt creepy with a unique unhealthy feeling. They went ahead to do the job they came for and eventually made their way into the jungle but didn’t go that far off or near the river. They stayed there for about 3 hours and made their way home before it was dark. He said he never going back there though they didn’t come across anything or see anything unusual that place felt ominous and he has never been as creeped out as he was before in any other places he visited. However, it was a journey he’d never forget.
Putting this strange feeling I got from learning about them and all the weirdness that comes along with them aside, I still would love to go down that village to see and witness it all myself, hopefully I will one of these days and I promise to keep you updated but for now this is all there is and one more interesting fact is that the mystery of the river still remains unsolved.
This is based on true events and I am more than grateful to have had the opportunity to write this one, big thanks to my friend who thought I was capable enough to pen this down and gave me a story to tell, to share it to the world. I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. I will keep you posted cos I do plan to go down that place once. 😌
Note: Name of the people are changed and the exact location is not disclosed due to privacy purpose.
Happy readings 🙃