Warning: Long post, but I recommend you to read.
So, this happened when I was around 10 years old. Before I enter inside the whole story let me tell you my Maternal uncle has two house made of mud brick in village . I come from Kavre ,Nepal and the places is kind a roughly divided based on the fertility and types of soil so specially around our " Paach khal" people generally have lands that are abit away from the place. The first house was made to store grains like rice ,fruits like Mango, lychee which is located on more fertile region we called it "Besi" in Nepal. Basically in "Besi" there were almost no houses within the distance of 20 minute walk in this place. The other one is located at a bit less fertile , there are good number of people living nearby we call it "Gau"(village) for this reason. The distance between the two houses was around 10 KM around 1 hr 20 minute walk of hill walk for kid like us . There were no vehicle road we had to cross forest and some left over houses.
I had went to my maternal uncle for celebrating dashain festival. As a friend, I have maternal uncle son, another son of mother sister as someone of same generation to play or speak with. At this period of dashain people barely live around at first house they migrate towards second house. I must say we were pretty naive young kiddo and don't wished to stick with our dear old people people and always wanted to stick with each other as a friend by all alone or as a brother. We thought it would be depressing to live with our parents nearby thinking our freedom would be restricted and plan to move to our first house at "Besi" and enjoying our goat barbecue with falattened rice were planning pick Pomelo and wild fruits like Mulberry from the houses planted on the way to jungle to our house.
So, we were three guys of around same ages who walked through the road leading us to forest to our other house. We picked some pomelo from other houses. It was already 6 PM when we reached the house. We did only mentioned that we would be going to another first house to our maternal sister who was older than us. So, after reaching home and taking some rest we started making barbeque of the goat meat, marinades the pomelo mixing with curd and some green chilly. My maternal uncle had recently bought an old black and white TV after the electricity came to "Besi". We were trying to chill and inside the house. Though, we have properly locked all our door and windows since there has been incident of leopard attack in those places. Probably around 9 pm we heard someone was passing by our small muddy road from our house. We thought they were some random drunk yard going to villages.
All of the sudden, they started hitting both our windows and the door. Though we might be on top second floor but in mud brick house it's pretty climb able height . First floor has buffalo or some caddle . They were loudly banging our door and window at same time as if they are using some sharp edge like cleaver. It was a time of Dashian so I automatically think they might be hitting door with cleaver. They were screaming our maternal uncle name and saying "You all are going to die today." We were already frightened hearing all those swearing words. I thought it was some sorts of prank being played out on us and could not believe what's going on with us. The oldest guy among three of us was my maternal uncle son by his age . The other of my maternal mom brother stood there helpless while I was opening lock of the bed lock of grain storage "Dhukuti Khat" grain storage. My maternal son went on top of the house and started shouting on top of his longs requesting help from the village located just on another hill "Gwar gwar Bikram uncle ...."And finally came back to hide inside the the bed.
We closed the top and kept mattress on top of the bed so it look as it's and three of us inside the bed. We could hear that they broke the wooden window and enter the room through window and started hitting everything that comes by with there weapon. All of the sudden, we heard the large sound of buffalo crying in some sorts of pain and them swearing "Where are those f*****" . After a couple of minutes like this, we heard some some villager from another villages who happens to be friend of my maternal uncle came to check on us. Again, we heard the sound "let's run villager are coming". And some villager shouting there are some people inside that house and a lot of shouting.
After around 15 minutes hearing someone we slowly open the top of the bed . There were blood all around the places and two of the buffalo were growling as of some pain. There were group of villager. All of the sudden someone of them says here they are showing us. Upto that time we realized we are safe seeing the person whom my maternal uncle son was screaming for help. All We saw was butcher knife and two of buffalo sitting on there leg with blood everywhere. Our maternal uncle were called he didn't scold us that day. We barely slept that night. The next morning I was sent back to my own village by my maternal uncle and I heard him saying he is planning to sell both of those buffalo in Kathmandu probably for a meat.Those two people just became anonymous from that day never heard about them my maternal uncle and villagers were all in doubt who could had done such thing.
As per him, he never mentioned to explained the situation to cops because it was the time of maoist insurgency in Nepal and don't wanted unnecessary hassle . Those people who tends to hurt the buffalo and threaten to kill people inside the house lets never meet again.
I also want your help in editing this real life incident of mine to publish in our college magazine. You can add some spicy to make it look more interesting .