Hello everyone today, how have you been? I am all okay now, it was hectic day. Other than that I want to share a story of my childhood, when I strongly believed that ghosts lived in old tamarind trees. So, since childhood I've disliked ghost stories even tried to avoid watching haunted movies/shows. So, there was a friend of mine who liked to tease me about it, and one day he forcefully wanted to tell us a story. Before the beginning of the story he claimed it's a real story. So, I knew he was trying to tell a scary story so that everyone would get scared.
He began to tell story, "The story begins with a huge tamarind tree beside a pond not very far from our home. Village people said ghost often pass their time there and they would come down to pick up young kids. At first, the ghost would call your name or pat on your shoulder, if you look back then it will take you with them. So, it's a warning if anyone ever calls you by your name and if you heard it from behind while passing that tree then you should never look back or answer. Because that's not a real human calling you. Many children disappeared when they passed that Tamarind tree at night."
As a child, that story was enough to scare me. One week later, it was evening time after playing with my friends, I was returning home. Moreover, I was already late for home. I didn't realize that it was getting dark and I have to pass that Tamarind tree in a while. So, in 1982, there were barely electricity in village and we didn't have street lights. It was not like we have in 2026. As there were barely any lights so, after a few minutes of walk, I kept my eyes around expecting something to come because I was scared. There was no house around that particular area. After some time, everything got quieter but I could still hear the sound of frogs.
While passing the tree suddenly, I heard something fall behind me. I thought the ghost had jumped from the tamarind tree to catch me. Without any delay or thinking, I had decided to run away. I didn't bother to look back or investigate. Later, I reached home huffing, because I was running without taking any break. My father saw me and he held my hand asking me about what happened. Then I told my father about it, he replied, "No need to worry, if the tamarind is ripe or there's a strong wind then tamarinds can fall from the trees." I still did not believe my father, because I knew what I had felt. Anyway, now I am over fifty, and I sometimes laugh remembering that night. Because I was too naive that I didn't believe my late-father. I think, children of new generation wouldn't understand this because of how frightening a dark village road can be. I still remember, how my mind used to be filled with ghost stories.
To be honest, I don't believe ghosts live in tamarind trees. But if I had to pass that same tree again at night and suddenly heard my name from behind…
Honestly, I am not sure I would look back!
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