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| The Ghost of the Baor | The Dead Doctor Who Came Back at Night | Real Horror Incident |
Dear readers,
The incident I am about to share with you was sent to us by Imran Hossain.
Today's story is connected to something known as a Baor.
Now, some of you may confuse a Baor with a Haor, so let me briefly explain the difference.
A Baor is a body of water that was once part of a river's natural course. Over time, because of earthquakes, changes in the landscape, or other natural causes, the river changes its path. The old river channel remains as a low-lying depression, and during the rainy season, water collects there.
These water bodies are often curved or roughly U-shaped, resembling the abandoned path of an old river.
A Haor, on the other hand, is a large, bowl-shaped wetland or depression that becomes flooded during certain seasons. Famous examples include Tanguar Haor and Hakaluki Haor.
The Baor in today's story was located in Bodhkhana village of Jhikargachha, Jessore.
The person who sent us this story, Imran Hossain, currently lives in Singapore. His ancestral home is in Pashapol village of Pashapol Union, Chaugachha, Jessore.
But this story happened to his maternal grandfather's father.
For the sake of the narration, we will refer to him as Bor Nana, meaning his great-grandfather.
The exact year is difficult to determine, but according to the family, the incident most likely happened around 1944 or 1945.
At that time, a small Baor flowed beside their home in Bodhkhana village.
During the rainy season, villagers depended heavily on the Baor for fishing. When the water receded, the exposed land became fertile farmland where people cultivated mustard and other crops.
For many poor villagers, fishing there was an important source of income.
Bor Nana was one of those fishermen.
He came from a poor family and did whatever work he could find to support himself. He was also a strong, physically fit man.
Most of the fishermen used small boats known locally as dingis. Some even used tiny boats made from sections of palm trees.
People fished there both day and night.
But according to the villagers, nighttime was the best time to catch large fish—especially huge boal catfish.
Bor Nana particularly enjoyed fishing at night.
One night, just like any other night, he took his fishing equipment and headed toward the Baor.
He carried nets, a traditional fishing spear, and several other tools.
He also carried a sharp gachi dao—a large, heavy machete-like blade.
He usually kept it with him for protection, and he also used it when cutting date-palm trees.
That night, he took the dao with him as usual.
He went out into the Baor and continued fishing.
Hours passed.
Eventually, it became deep into the night.
He had already caught a few fish when suddenly...
He noticed something strange in the distance.
There was a whirlpool forming on the surface of the water.
At first, it was far away.
But then...
The whirlpool slowly began moving toward him.
Bor Nana immediately became alert.
The strange thing was that the water in that particular area was not deep.
There was no obvious reason for a whirlpool to form there.
And yet it was coming closer.
Slowly.
Steadily.
Straight toward his boat.
Bor Nana tightened his grip around the gachi dao.
As the swirling water approached the boat, he shouted,
"If you've come here to harm me, then leave!"
Then he raised the dao and warned,
"Otherwise, I'll cut you into two pieces with a single strike!"
The moment he said those words...
The whirlpool stopped.
It remained there for a while, spinning violently.
And then—
It disappeared.
Just like that.
The water became completely still again.
Bor Nana was frightened.
He immediately turned his little boat toward the shore.
But the moment he changed direction...
Something even stranger happened.
He suddenly looked around and thought,
"Wait... where am I?"
There was no water around him.
His boat wasn't moving.
No matter how hard he tried to paddle, it wouldn't go anywhere.
Then he realized something horrifying.
He was sitting inside his boat...
in the middle of a crop field.
There was no Baor.
No water.
Only dry land and crops surrounding him.
Bor Nana knew immediately that something was terribly wrong.
He began reciting whatever prayers and verses he knew.
He continued praying...
And suddenly—
the field disappeared.
Once again, he found himself sitting in his little boat...
in the middle of the Baor.
Without wasting another second, he began paddling toward the shore.
This time, the boat moved.
Within a short while, he reached the bank.
But something else disturbed him.
He couldn't see a single person anywhere.
Normally, even at that hour, several fishermen would still be out on the Baor, their lanterns and small oil lamps glowing in the darkness.
But that night...
There was nobody.
Not a single person.
Bor Nana was normally a brave man.
Yet for some reason, he felt an overwhelming sense of fear.
Still reciting prayers, he climbed out of the boat.
He tied it securely at the ghat and picked up the fish he had caught.
Then he began walking home.
There was some moonlight that night—not bright enough to see clearly, but enough to make out the path.
As Bor Nana climbed from the low-lying Baor toward the higher ground where the road was located, he suddenly stumbled.
He fell forward.
And at that exact moment...
Someone spoke from behind him.
"What happened, Khoka? Did you fall?"
Bor Nana froze.
The voice sounded familiar.
Very familiar.
He slowly turned around.
And there, standing behind him, was a man from his own village.
A Hindu gentleman.
A village doctor.
A kind and respected man whom everyone knew as Doctor Kakababu.
The doctor looked at him and said,
"Get up. Get up, Khoka. Are you frightened?"
Then he smiled.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. Go home."
Bor Nana was relieved to see someone familiar.
He replied,
"Yes, Doctor Kakababu... I got a little frightened in the Baor."
The doctor calmly answered,
"There's nothing to fear. Go home."
Bor Nana stood up and steadied himself.
His fish had fallen onto the ground when he stumbled.
He bent down to pick them up.
And that was when...
He remembered something.
Something that made his entire body go cold.
Doctor Kakababu had been dead for many years.
Not recently.
Not a few months ago.
According to the family, the doctor had died twenty to twenty-five years earlier.
Bor Nana slowly turned back toward the figure.
And what he saw was no longer the kind old village doctor.
Standing there was a horrifying, unnatural figure...
grinning grotesquely at him.
Bor Nana didn't wait.
He abandoned everything.
The fish.
The fishing equipment.
Even the gachi dao.
He turned around and ran for his life.
Then the figure laughed and shouted from behind him,
"What happened to all that courage?"
"Weren't you going to cut me into two pieces?"
"Why are you running now?"
"What are you so afraid of?"
"Come back! Stop!"
But Bor Nana never looked back.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
He finally reached his home.
The moment he entered the courtyard, he let out a terrifying scream...
And collapsed unconscious.
His family woke up at the sound of his scream.
They rushed outside, picked him up, and carried him into the house.
That very night, they called the local Huzur from the mosque and performed prayers and traditional spiritual treatment over him.
By morning, Bor Nana regained consciousness.
But he was burning with a terrible fever.
His family gathered around him and repeatedly asked,
"What happened?"
Weakly, Bor Nana began telling them everything.
The strange whirlpool...
The impossible crop field...
The empty Baor...
The dead doctor...
And the terrifying figure that chased him.
The next day, some villagers went to the Baor to look for his belongings.
They found his gachi dao lying there.
But the fish...
The fishing equipment...
Everything else was gone.
Bor Nana's fever, however, continued getting worse.
No medicine seemed to help.
The family tried repeated spiritual treatments as well, but nothing worked.
He remained severely ill for several days.
And within just three days, he died.
According to the local traditional healers, Bor Nana had fallen victim to what they called "Bhoyer Khole Pora"—essentially, becoming overwhelmed or physically affected by extreme fear.
They believed that an intense supernatural fright could cause a severe fever and that, in some cases, a person could even die from it.
According to them, the entity itself had not directly killed Bor Nana.
Rather, the overwhelming terror he experienced had caused his death.
The healers also offered their own explanation for what had happened.
They believed the entity had become enraged because Bor Nana had challenged it.
When the strange whirlpool appeared, instead of quietly leaving the area while reciting prayers, he had threatened the unseen presence with his dao.
He had challenged it to come closer.
And according to the healers, that was why the entity returned...
This time in a terrifying form...
Using the appearance of a man who had been dead for decades.
Whether the figure truly was a Jinn, a spirit, or something else entirely...
No one ever found out.
But the story remained in the family for generations.
And there was one lesson that the elders took from the incident:
Never challenge something you do not understand.
If you ever find yourself in a frightening or unexplained situation, don't try to prove your courage.
Recite your prayers, remain calm, and leave the place.
Because sometimes...
what begins as a simple act of bravery...
can turn into something far more dangerous.
Dear listeners,
That was the story of Bor Nana and the Ghost of the Baor.
A terrifying encounter from rural Jessore, passed down through generations.
And once again, we would like to thank Imran Hossain for sharing this chilling incident with us.
We hope to hear many more stories from you in the future.
