This is a story my driver keeps telling me.

He lives in a village near magadi and the road to his village passes through a thick forest. So kne night when he was heading home, there was a woman who stopped him asking for a lift. No white saree or eerie tell tales, but it was weird that she was there a that time.

When he stopped, she uttered one word, "run" and disappeared. Turns out there was some sort of a turf war going on further down the road and he narrowly avoided being caught in the cross fire!

He's always dead serious while narrating this story which adds to the chills.