This incident happened in such a way. When I passed out of my studies in 2017, I got a job. At that time, I understood that after completing my internship, which usually leads to a job, I got employed. My job at that time had a six-month probationary period.

So, where was this job?

It was on the premises of a podcast company. Now, I won’t reveal the name of the company, but I was terminated after six months. There was a scenario where, if you become permanent, you would get the benefits.

I started doing night shifts. One day, while I was working the night shift and also doing podcasts, I had to return home at night. Our night shifts started at 8 PM and if it was a twelve-hour shift, we would get off at 8 a.m. But one day, I had some work to do in the morning and had to come back early. So, I had to come back around 2 or 2:30 AM, and I couldn’t get off from my work.

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So, I went to my convener, completed my work, sent emails, and then left the podcast premises around 1:30–2 AM. While returning, my bike broke down within the premises. I didn’t understand what went wrong with it. It was January, probably the beginning of January. I tried kick-starting the bike again and checking the plugs, but nothing happened.

I started pushing the bike towards the main road. If you remember, when you return from the podcast premises towards the highway, you encounter a railway crossing. They have installed gates there now for separation.

When I reached there, I stopped my bike, took out a bottle of water from my bag, and started drinking. I thought about asking for help from the railway staff in the nearby small rooms. When I went inside, it was dark, and nobody was there. I got worried and tired, and I had an important task to do.

I tried starting my bike again, but it didn’t start. I began pushing it again. On the left-hand side, there were some factories, and on the right side, there were bushes. I got tired and put my bike on the side stand. I looked around but couldn’t see anything.

While walking parallel to the road, I noticed a small child in the bushes. His height was around three feet. But the child’s head was large—almost three times the size of a normal head—and shaped like an egg. I wondered how this was possible. I tried to compose myself and checked if I was dreaming.

I went closer to see, and it was a child with an unusually large head. I tried starting my bike again but failed. I started dragging it, and then I saw four children on the left side of the footpath where the bushes ended. I was scared, left my bike there, and started running.

Eventually, I found a place where a man was lying on the ground. I asked him for help, explaining that I saw such strange things. He told me that such things happen on these roads at night, and I wasn’t the only one. He suggested I stay at a nearby small mosque for the rest of the night.

I stayed there until dawn, and when people started coming for Fajr prayer, they directed me to a mechanic’s shop that opened around 6:30–7 AM. I went there, and when the mechanic tried starting my bike, it started right away.

When I explained what I saw, he told me that a similar incident happened to another man two weeks earlier. They also saw strange children at night. I don’t know what those creatures were, but now, after more than 45 years of working, whenever we pass by that area, even around 8–10 PM, we feel that some strange creatures are present there. And if anyone listening has a route through that area, they might agree with me that there are strange activities and creatures around there.

This incident happened in such a way. When I passed out of my studies in 2017, I got a job. At that time, I understood that after completing my internship, which usually leads to a job, I got employed. My job at that time had a six-month probationary period.

So, where was this job?

It was on the premises of a podcast company. Now, I won’t reveal the name of the company, but I was terminated after six months. There was a scenario where, if you become permanent, you would get the benefits.

I started doing night shifts. One day, while I was working the night shift and also doing podcasts, I had to return home at night. Our night shifts started at 8 PM and if it was a twelve-hour shift, we would get off at 8 a.m. But one day, I had some work to do in the morning and had to come back early. So, I had to come back around 2 or 2:30 AM, and I couldn’t get off from my work.

port qasim

So, I went to my convener, completed my work, sent emails, and then left the podcast premises around 1:30–2 AM. While returning, my bike broke down within the premises. I didn’t understand what went wrong with it. It was January, probably the beginning of January. I tried kick-starting the bike again and checking the plugs, but nothing happened.

I started pushing the bike towards the main road. If you remember, when you return from the podcast premises towards the highway, you encounter a railway crossing. They have installed gates there now for separation.

When I reached there, I stopped my bike, took out a bottle of water from my bag, and started drinking. I thought about asking for help from the railway staff in the nearby small rooms. When I went inside, it was dark, and nobody was there. I got worried and tired, and I had an important task to do.

I tried starting my bike again, but it didn’t start. I began pushing it again. On the left-hand side, there were some factories, and on the right side, there were bushes. I got tired and put my bike on the side stand. I looked around but couldn’t see anything.

While walking parallel to the road, I noticed a small child in the bushes. His height was around three feet. But the child’s head was large—almost three times the size of a normal head—and shaped like an egg. I wondered how this was possible. I tried to compose myself and checked if I was dreaming.

I went closer to see, and it was a child with an unusually large head. I tried starting my bike again but failed. I started dragging it, and then I saw four children on the left side of the footpath where the bushes ended. I was scared, left my bike there, and started running.

Eventually, I found a place where a man was lying on the ground. I asked him for help, explaining that I saw such strange things. He told me that such things happen on these roads at night, and I wasn’t the only one. He suggested I stay at a nearby small mosque for the rest of the night.

I stayed there until dawn, and when people started coming for Fajr prayer, they directed me to a mechanic’s shop that opened around 6:30–7 AM. I went there, and when the mechanic tried starting my bike, it started right away.

When I explained what I saw, he told me that a similar incident happened to another man two weeks earlier. They also saw strange children at night. I don’t know what those creatures were, but now, after more than 45 years of working, whenever we pass by that area, even around 8–10 PM, we feel that some strange creatures are present there. And if anyone listening has a route through that area, they might agree with me that there are strange activities and creatures around there.