It was a Friday evening. Friends had gathered at the local tea stall. An usual haunt for boys. Today, discussion was about discovery of skeletal remains from under the ruins of an old house. The whole town was talking about the finding, including this group.
“I have heard rumor about strange activity in the house,” said Abhishek, “it must be a haunted house; no wonder place remained empty for so long!”
“Listen, I don’t believe in this haunted house or any other nonsense,” said Avinash, “it is a criminal case, it is important to find who killed so many people.”
“Yes I have heard many such blusters. When real situation comes, people wet their pants.”
A furious debate immediately erupted between those who believed and others who did not believe in ghosts.
“Are you calling me a sissy, Abhishek?”
“Yes I am, Avinash unless you prove otherwise by visiting the cemetery this saturday night and collect your cap from the grave under the banyan tree, all alone. We all shall be waiting outside the gate.”
Friends escorted Avinash to the cemetery. After thirty minutes, Avinash returned with a cap on his head.
“I proved my point. Let me now show you all something inside.”
Friends, impressed with Avinash’s feat, followed him. There under the banyan tree, Avinash was found lying unconscious with a cap on his head. The boy who invited everyone in, was nowhere to be seen. Cry of a jackal pierced the night.
Word Count : 250
This is a post written in response to #TellTaleThursday prompt of Anshu and Priya. More posts in response to the prompt may be found here.