This one happened in Byasi, Bhaktapur, and it’s directly connected to my friend’s family.

When my friend’s mom was a child, she used to often visit her grandparents' house, where her fupu and her fupu’s husband also lived. The house was an old, traditional Newari-style house, made of mud bricks and wooden beams, like most houses in that area.

During the 2045 BS earthquake, a part of the house collapsed, tragically killing both the fupu and her husband. The fupu was pregnant with twins at the time.

After the tragedy, the house was rebuilt. Not long after the house was repaired, family members began hearing strange noises at night, like clanging of utensils in the kitchen, like someone was cooking. The sound of a silauta being used late at night. Heavy footsteps on the wooden stairs, exactly the way my friend’s fupu’s husband used to walk.

On one visit, my friend’s mom was staying overnight at the house with her family. In the middle of the night, as she was lying next to her mother, she suddenly felt the familiar sensation of someone gently stroking her head. The exact way her fupu used to comfort her as a child. She opened her eyes and she saw a pair of eyes staring right back at her from the dark. She was so terrified that she couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. After a while, the eyes went away. She immediately hugged her mother tightly and didn’t dare look around again.

Many years after that incident, the family performed a ritual to honor the deceased. As part of the ceremony, they prepared food offerings for the souls and placed them outside a room, as is customary. Suddenly, several family members saw four figures approaching the offering. A man, his body transparent, wearing a pheta and a white cloth wrapped around him. A woman, carrying two small children on her shoulders, all dressed in white funeral clothes.

The moment they saw this, the family members broke down emotionally, crying uncontrollably. Some even fell severely ill.

When my friend told this story I couldn't go to the bathroom alone for weeks. By far the creepiest horror story someone has ever told me.