A Horror Incident with my friend which still creeps me out!

I’m a first-year B.Tech student at NIT Agartala, and what I’m about to share is an incident that shook me to my core. It’s about my friend—let’s call him JS—who attempted suicide. But as we uncovered the details, we realized there was something far more disturbing behind it.

The Backstory

JS and I are close friends—we do all sorts of bakchodi together. About a month before this incident, he went through a breakup. He was depressed at first, but with time, he seemed fine. Our semester exams started, and on the day of our third exam, we sat together, talked shit, and even watched the India vs. Australia match. Everything seemed normal. That night, I went to sleep, unaware of what was about to happen.

The Incident

At around 7-8 PM, while I was still asleep, JS went to the 6th floor of our hostel building (RNT Block 2) with a knife. There, he cut deep into both of his wrists. Blood spilled on the floor. After about half an hour, he walked back to his room—still conscious—and asked his roommate for Dettol and cotton. His roommate saw the state he was in and immediately called an ambulance. I only found out about the incident when I woke up at 8:30 PM.

JS survived, but the question haunted all of us—why did he do it? We initially thought it was the breakup or academic stress. But when we visited him in the hospital, he refused to talk about it. Then, two days later, when he briefly returned to the hostel, I finally got to hear the truth from him.

What Really Happened

What JS told me that day left me unspoken

For the past few days to the incident, he had been hearing strange owl sounds. On March 4th, after our exam, he started feeling an intense, subconscious urge to end his life. He came back to the hostel and seemed normal.

At around 6:40 PM, he was casually cutting an apple when he saw the knife in his hand. The urge to die hit him suddenly , and without a second thought, he took a pen, paper, a knife, and a bunch of sleeping pills and walked upstairs to the 5th floor. There, he briefly spoke to a friend then headed straight to the 6th floor, there were. I lights (complete darkness)

Without hesitation, he walked directly to Room 602, as if something was calling him there. The door wasn’t locked, things felt strange inside, there was a tray with a dead body of a bird kept there from a long time and no one displaced it. He stepped inside, and sat down, and suddenly heard loud flapping sounds—like birds’ wings—followed by the same strange owl sounds.

That’s when he became certain: this was the place where he was meant to end his life

JS took out the sleeping pills but realized there was no water in the 6th-floor bathroom, so he went down to the 5th floor bathroom, swallowed 15-16 pills with tap water, then walked back to Room 602. He locked the door from inside, and sat near it in complete darkness. He wrote a note-

“I’m not able to control my thoughts and myself.”

Then, he took the knife and started slicing (4-5 cuts) deep into his left wrist. But strangely he felt no pain. So, he moved to his right wrist and cut even deeper. When he saw his last artery, something snapped inside him (maybe a notification or a call) a sudden realization—and he stopped.

Whatever had taken over him vanished in an instant. He immediately came out of the room and somehow made it back to his room consciously

Connecting the Dots

That’s the story JS told me. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized how strange and dark it was. • If someone wants to end their life, they usually go to the terrace or balcony. Why did JS go directly to Room 602, a place he had never been before? • He said he wasn’t depressed anymore. He wasn’t even thinking about suicide before the incident. • He took the pills after reaching Room 602. So the hallucinations weren’t drug-induced.

That’s when I started digging.

Some friends mentioned that someone had died by suicide in our block years ago. At first i thought of it as some bullshit and ignored but then after researching, I found an article about a first-year student named Bishal Yadav (i’ll attach the link) who had ended his life in the same hostel. But there was no date.

So, I asked a senior—someone who had no clue about JS’s incident. He casually mentioned that in 2021, a student had died on the 6th floor of RNT Block 2, in Room 601 or 602.

I felt my stomach drop.

More Signs We Ignored • When we first arrived at the hostel, we always wondered why the 6th and 7th floors weren’t allotted to anyone, unlike the other blocks. • A long time ago, I had heard rumors about a student who was allotted a room on the 6th floor (not 602, but near the balcony). People said he left suddenly, claiming something had happened to him. • The night after JS’s attempt, I went to the 6th floor with a friend at 2:30 AM. We had no idea about Room 602 then. But we did find an open room near the balcony. Inside the drawer, we saw razor blades, pens, and other random things left behind—possibly from the student who was allotted the room before.

Everything started connecting, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling that JS had been manipulated—that something had pulled him towards Room 602 that night.

The Aftermath

After JS returned to the hostel for a day, he kept saying, “Bhai, ab bohot shanti lag rahi hai.” (Bro, I feel so much at peace now.)

The next morning, he woke up with an unexplained mark on his hand, as if he had hurt himself in his sleep.

But I still can’t ignore the fact that his room was directly below Room 602. Coincidence? Maybe. But at this point, I don’t believe in coincidences anymore.

JS has now gone home with his father—for a long time, hopefully. That’s the best thing for him.

If anything else happens, I’ll update .