In the middle of Navratri, I witnessed something that still chills me to this day — a loving family that, in one single night, transformed into something… inhuman. In an old government quarter in Ujjain, neighbors saw them barking, howling, and losing all control — while inside, half-burned dogs lay in a havan, and their children didn’t wake up. This Ashtami, listen to the real childhood incident that still lingers like a shadow in that abandoned house.