“I am an engineering student. One night, my roommates went to a party at a hotel. They are drunkards, so I was alone all night.
Our room has three doors entering the bathroom and toilet. At 12:30, the three doors started banging. I thought my friends were back, but when I woke up I felt water on my legs. Actually, the room was filled with water, and I saw the three doors banging. I also heard men and children crying and voices saying my name.
I was so afraid, I couldn’t say a word. I slept with a blanket over me, and heard the voices and banging doors all night. I later researched the place where we lived and learned a family had committed suicide there due to a demand from their daughter-in-law’s family for a dowry. We left the place next day…”