Sweet were those days in primary school.....I was with my family during this time, quite unaware of what is in store for me in near future. I was sent to a missionary hostel as soon as I entered high school. Oh,how much I hate those days,spending each and every day crying silently in the bathroom. Was missing my family terribly.My everyday prayer was, "Please god,send me home,or send my mom here." Our senior girls and other residents in that hostel used to tell us stories to distract us,as most of us were in the same state of mind. One day,an elderly girl (She failed three times in class) started a story of ghosts. She explained elaborately, how many unhappy people stayed there,and after their death also they did not forget this place. Now also they roam here at night,but they never come near the prayer room. We were very scared to know the fact indeed!!!!!!!!Here I would like to mention, our school building was nearly 100 years old.the structure itself reminded us of 20th century,and it had many mysterious places like underground chambers,hidden cubicles, false roofs,etc.I was so scared that night. Was not able to concentrate in studies, and ate very less at night. A silly joke played by the seniors destroyed my peace of mind completely. Next incident took place around 10 at night. Some of those girls saw that I was scared, and played a bad joke again. I was in the toilet,while one of them said aloud,"What will happen if blood comes out of the tap,and u see your hands full of that?"yyyyyyyyykkkkk! All of the residents came running as they heard my scream. I was too scared to find the bolt of the door. The girl who scared me,were being scolded by our warden now,as my friend told her the real incident. Finally when I managed the door,I was trembling from top to bottom vigorously,and was unable to speak. I was sent to sick room immediately,and it was in our warden's room. Around 11,all fell asleep. But I was too scared to shut my eyes also. In the dim green light of sick room, all furnitures started to look like monsters.Who is that sitting in that dark corner? Oh my god!!!! Arre,what is that crawling under my bed??!!God save me,is that a real monster peeping out of the window? Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,save me! and that time I remembered something. My mom taught me some holy chantings,and prayers,and always told me to chant them whenever I am scared. This day there was no way to protect myself from these ugly monsters other than that!!!!!!! So I started chanting. How much it affected those monsters I don't know. But it had some obvious effect on me. Soon I started feeling drowsy. And it did not take long for me to fall asleep. Next morning when I got up,all ghosts seemed to be away....The day was so bright,with golden sunshine, which turned the crawling ghost as a pair of slippers,the peeping ghost as a cassia tree,and the most horrible, corner ghost as an umbrella stand with few umbrellas! Till now the memory brings a smile,but I myself know how scary it was that night............From that time I never told a ghost story to any kid, I don't want anybody to suffer like me.
