HAUNTED PLACES IN KARACHI - 8TH HILL PARK KARACHI KIDNEY HILL PARK
It’s
claimed that the whole 62 acres Hill Park is haunted by some very creepy jinns.
People who live nearby said that we hear a lot of voices, screams and
appearance of jinns usually. Most of the houses of PECHS, especially after the
Noorani Kabab House (very famous Pakistani Restaurant) are haunted and we heard
a lot of stories. Hill Park is just in the backside of PECHS block 2.
People of PECHS claimed that they have a fear to go outside of the home alone after the mid night. Many people also claimed at midnight they’ve encountered jinns there.
FIRST STORY:
Longtime
Karachi residents may recall a haunted house at the Meraj amusement park in
Hill Park, which was open back in the day. Upon entering, one saw a small
igloo-shaped building draped in bougainvillaea and a plaque with just two
words: “bhoot bangla, fast forward today.”
Unlike the other Hill Park in Karachi, Kidney Hill Park is where the alleged “witch” was spotted floating above the ground. The video has recently gone viral because of the strange noises heard by park officials late at night from a floating, unidentified creature with raggedy hair and glowing eyes wearing a loose gown.
An alleged “churail” can be seen in the background of the video, ready to pounce, according to some viewers. The video’s maker was sick with a temperature of 104 degrees when they took it. Nonetheless, it was eventually uncovered that the video clip is the work of Zambian visual effects artist and filmmaker Joseph Njovu, who uploaded the process as a “VFX tutorial” on his YouTube channel. The City Wardens stationed in Kidney Hill Park have denied there have been any paranormal sightings there.
Whether or not this is the case, Kidney Hill Park has the potential to become a Green Lung, an urban forest that purifies the air of the metropolis, thanks to ongoing efforts to transplant trees from different parts of the port city to the park, as well as the planting of fruit-bearing trees, shrubs, and plants.
In order to combat the increasing heat and air pollution in the coastal city, Green Lung is essential. When I think about the future of Karachi, I take comfort in the fact that this urban green lung gives me reason to be optimistic.
SECOND STORY:
If you
have visited Hill Park, Karachi of many years ago, you may remember the
presence of a haunted house inside Meraj amusement park. It was a small igloo
shaped structure covered in bougainvillea and on the entrance there was a
plaque displaying just two words: bhoot bangla (The Ghost House). When I first
heard of this haunted house, my friends and I became very excited and we
decided to check it out.
One fateful evening in 1981, we reached Hill Park around dusk time. At the entrance of the haunted house, we saw a 6-feet-tall, 3-feet-wide, and 2-feet-deep human being who was issuing entry tickets. He had six inch long moustaches and with a sinking sun in the background, his silhoutted image appeared like a complete ‘bhoot’ (ghost) in itself.
I was only 10 years old at that time and to me this 6 x 3 x 2 = 36 cubic feet voluminous guy looked like a ghost. My friends and I immediately gave him the nick name of Mr. bhoot. (Mr. Ghost)
After issuing tickets, Mr. bhoot placed us in a straight line and for some unknown reason he told me stand in the front of the line.
My situation was such that I was shivering with anticipation of an impending horror. He then told us to enter the haunted house one by one but only after we start hearing some scary music. All of us solemnly moved our heads in affirmative.
A dark night, fear of unknown and a giant ghost-cum-human were looking scary all right. The eerie set up had already starting to freak us out a bit. After giving us instructions, Mr. bhoot suddenly disappeared behind some curtains made out of torn ‘bori’ (jute bag.)We then heard a distinct click of a cassette player button and the place started rocking in a blast of theme music. The supposedly horror music was not scary at all. It was more like a sea storm making a land fall like:
khooo khooo shooo shiaaoooN shapar chiaaoN and repeat.
As soon as we got the queue of scary music, we entered the horror house. We were walking very cautiously and in a line according to Mr. bhoot instructions. Suddenly from left side something came flying in the air and hit one of my friends right on his face. It was a human arm, torn apart from the shoulder blade and soaked in blood. All of us shrieked in horror, but my friend who got hit was so scared that he grabbed onto this flying object as a reflex action and didn’t let go of it. While we were still checking on to what had just hit us, Mr. bhoot suddenly appeared from the darkness and in ultraviolet lit room, showing his large purple teeth he ordered us:
“choRo bhuee choRo ! haath ko jaane do!”
(Let go
off the hand guys!)
We cautiously moved further. Wooden planks that made the passage were creaking under our feet. There were some gaps or holes in wooden planks where our feet were getting stucked.
We were too scared to look down while walking incase some other flying object decided to come our way. We saw some fake human skulls, bones and a few fake dead bodies lying around. The dead bodies had colorful zero-watt bulbs glowing under them, so instead of looking horrifying they actually looked hilarious in the colors of green, red, blue and yellow.
One dead body was however, wrapped in a white sheet (kafan) and was moving slowly from lying-down position to sitting-up position, on the beat of the same old stormy music.
Shoo (lie-down), khoo (sit-up), shiaooN (lie-down) chiaooN (sit up again) and so on.
Since there was no Zero-watt bulb glowing under this dead body and the approximate dead area of this body was 36 cubic feet, we guessed it must be the same Mr. bhoot pulling yet another stunt on us. So we acted cool and didn’t give him any reaction. The anti-climax of that moving arm scene earlier had removed all fear from us and we knew if any thing moved, it was probably Mr. bhoot himself. The bhoot guy probably gave up on trying to scare us any further as very soon the ‘cyclone’ music stopped and it was the queue for us to get out.
The management of this haunted house was probably very poor because the same guy who had issued us entrance tickets, operated the music player, pulled the string to hurl the arm across visitors and then wore a white sheet to become a dead body.
The total time we spent inside haunted house was probably 5 minutes but that fun memory has lasted with me fore more than 25 years now and I recall every detail as if it happened just yesterday.
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