Amboli Ghat in Maharashtra, A long11-kilometer valley stretches between two villages. This place is known as Amboli Ghat, But the people living on both sides of this valley share one common fear they never enter the valley alone after sunset.
What happened to a young man named Siddharth one dark night still sends chills down the spine.
This incident begins in 2017.https://unbiasedpollkhol.com/
Siddharth, originally from Madhya Pradesh, worked as a software engineer in Pune. He lived in a PG in a relatively remote area and owned a motorcycle. Every weekend, he loved exploring places around Pune.
One week, he told his office friends that a long weekend was coming and he wanted to go on a long ride. During the conversation, someone suggested a trip to Goa via Amboli Ghat.
“The route is beautiful,” they said. “The forest and waterfalls are amazing. Don’t miss it.”
But they forgot to mention one important thing—never cross Amboli Ghat after sunset.
On Saturday morning at 7 AM, Siddharth left for Goa. It was around 450 km away, and Google Maps estimated 10–15 hours. He was confident he’d reach by evening.
That confidence would soon turn into a mistake.
After riding for 9 hours on NH48, it was around 3:30 PM when he passed through a busy town. Just ahead, he noticed a temple where a Bhandara (community meal) was being served.
Hungry, he stopped.
There was no seating people were eating while standing. Siddharth took a plate and stood next to another man. The man noticed his bike and asked where he was heading.
“Goa,” Siddharth replied.
The man asked which route he was taking. When Siddharth said “Amboli Ghat,” the man suddenly stopped eating. He looked at Siddharth seriously and said:
“Cross Amboli before sunset. Don’t go there in the dark.”
Then he quietly resumed eating.
Siddharth felt uneasy and asked why.
The man paused, then simply said, “Just listen to what I said.”
That was it.
Amboli Ghat was still 70 km away. Siddharth assumed he’d reach by 4 PM and dismissed the warning.
But nature had other plans.
It was mid-August, and heavy monsoon rains had begun. The roads were lush, green, and breathtaking, but also slow and slippery. Siddharth couldn’t ride fast even if he wanted to.
By 5:30 PM, he had only covered 50 km. Amboli was still 20 km away.
Then, the rain intensified.
It became so heavy that he had to stop. He noticed a small shed near a road leading to a village probably a bus stop and took shelter there.
Within minutes, he was drenched and shivering.
As he stepped behind the shed to relieve himself and came back…
He froze.
A woman was standing there.
She looked around 40–45 years old, holding a bag. She gave him a faint smile and then stared silently at the road.
They stood there together for several minutes in complete silence, with only the sound of rain around them.
Feeling uncomfortable, Siddharth finally asked, “How far is Amboli Ghat?”
The woman slowly turned toward him and said:
“Don’t go to Amboli now.”
That was all.
After about 20 minutes, the rain eased. The woman quietly walked toward the village road and disappeared.
Siddharth, ignoring the second warning, got back on his bike and continued toward Amboli.
By the time he entered Amboli Ghat, it was around 7:45 PM.
The forest was pitch dark, lit only by faint moonlight and his bike’s headlight. Rain continued to fall. The same beautiful trees now looked terrifying. The road was slippery, with sharp turns and the distant roar of waterfalls echoing through the valley. There was no one around.
For the first time, Siddharth regretted his decision. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRzYATjLYQo
After what felt like forever, he finally crossed the ghat. Relieved, he saw lights from a village ahead.
But just 50–60 meters into the road, he noticed an old man, around 70 years old standing by the roadside with a sack.
The man gestured for a lift.
Siddharth hesitated. He remembered all the warnings.
But then he saw the village lights and thought, He must be from there.
He stopped.
The old man sat behind him and pointed toward the village without saying much.
They rode silently.
Soon, rain started again as they exited the forest. The man told him:
“My house is in the village. Drop me there and wait until the rain stops.”
Siddharth agreed.
Goa was still 60 km away, and it was already night.
They reached the man’s house. He invited Siddharth inside.
And from that moment…
everything began to fee
everything began to feel wrong.
to be continued ………….
Well written, waiting for 2nd part