Hello All. Off late whatever I am writing is turning controversial whether it is the last story or even a simple facebook message against snobbery and hypocrisy.
So, I decided to go back to writing stories involving Varun Shyamak, the character which has become mine and I hope a lot of yours’ favorite. In case you don’t know him, you can read about him in the previous stories “Weird, Weird Varun Shyamak” and “Varun Shyamak and his theory of job satisfaction”. However this story is an independent one except the characters. So it is not mandatory to read them but in case you want to know the characters better. Ghosts, supernatural beings etc. are some things we often discuss, but with Varun Shyamak it can go weirdly wrong. Writing about ghosts is more difficult than seeing a horror movie. Reading a little about para science led me to such case studies that virtually had me terrorized and tormented. I won’t spoil the story with more details. So, read the story and leave your comments. (And if somebody’s name is Varun or Arun or Tarun, etc. I am very sorry to use a similar name and please do not expect any more apologies).
It had been more than three weeks since something weird has happened, which is like an eternity if you happen to have a person like Varun Shyamak living in your house. Everything was just going normal, except for at times, Varun will suddenly smile at some strange object or laugh all of a sudden (it was still normal for most of us) but mostly he looked disconnected as if living in a different world and had to be constantly pulled out of it by someone. But then no one was complaining. “Sometimes monotony is better than adventure” Saurav had said when I notified him of the time that has passed since Varun’s last antic. But deep down inside we all knew that it was just the lull before the storm, and in fact the more time that passes like this the bigger the storm will be, and thus we were not surprised at all when we were woken up in wee hours in the morning to the harsh cries of Varun.
The IPL 2 season was on at that time and on that night Mumbai Indians had famously choked against Warne’s Rajasthan Royals and lost the game by 2 runs despite needing just 4 of last over with three wickets left and as expected we had started to smell things fishy. It is strange and funny that how amazingly good we are at conspiracy theory. We kept on talking for hours about the game. Varun had been silent this far, looking outside the window at some strange object and intermittently smiling. We ignored him as we had got used to it. We did not realize that it had been 1 A.M. and all of a sudden Varun said “Guys!”, and then he paused for some 10 seconds. Looked outside the window again then looked in and said “Its 1 in the night. Don’t you people have office tomorrow?”
“Yes, it’s better to catch up with some sleep. Guess it’s time we say good night” I said as I got up to head to my bedroom.
“Wait Jeet! I’ll come too” said Ramesh as he too got up and walked towards me and added “Good night all. Sweet Dreams Varun!” and winked back.
Harpreet, Ramesh and I had our rooms on the first floor, while Varun, Rachit, Saurav and Vikash lived on ground floor. We all moved to our rooms after wishing each other good night.
I went to my room, cleaned some mess that was lying on my bed and went to sleep. I had hardly slept when I heard a loud shout from ground floor. It was Varun crying out frantically. I initially thought I was hallucinating and tried to go to sleep again but then I heard him again. I got up, put on my shirt and rushed downstairs and on way I also met Ramesh who did not even cared to put on his shirt and rushed in his vest. When we reached Varun’s room we saw Varun sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to the wall, breathing heavily and carrying a horrified expression on his face. Vikash was sitting by his side looking sleepy and weary. Saurav and Rachit were standing nearby simply looking at Varun. Saurav was yawning while somehow Rachit looked fresh and he had got enough time to get his spectacles on. After a while Vikash asked “What happened, Varun?”
“Don’t talk to me. Please, don’t talk to me” yelled Varun, all the while having the most animated face and moving his head vigorously in to and fro motion.
Ramesh and I looked at each other, and to say the least, Ramesh looked irritated. Harpreet joined us soon. All of us were confused, as to why Varun was shouting. Even though he was Varun Shyamak, one always believed that there may be a limit to his weird activities, and then this whole thing looked like a mystery. His vocal cords may have just woken up the whole colony and now he wasn’t willing to talk. Harpreet picked up a bottle of water and passed it to Varun who gulped it down in no time. After some 5 minutes of utter confusion and heartburn Ramesh asked “Dude, what’s wrong?”
Varun looked fixedly out of the door for some fifteen seconds and said, “Well let’s go to sleep. Let us talk about this tomorrow.”
If I had a camera I would have captured everyone’s expressions at that precise moment. Everyone had a different expression to show the frustration. Saurav simply frowned and shrugged his shoulder and looked away. Ramesh looked as if he had just been robbed of some prized procession. I clenched my teeth and could feel my body get stiff with anger. Harpreet nostrils blew out a fume of anger and his eyes looked blood shot red and wide. Vikash simply placed his hand on his face and shook his face suggesting a “no, not again”. In all this Rachit had not forgot his sense of humour, he was desperately trying to hold back his laughter. He somehow managed to see the lighter side of everything, a quality which eludes majority of this world’s people.
After waiting some time Ramesh said “For fuck’s sake Varun, you woke all of us at …” he looked at wall clock and continued, “3 A.M. and now say you will talk about it tomorrow. Tell us what happened.”
“Seriously, you don’t want to hear it now” Varun replied.
“What is it? Tell us” I said.
Varun shivered slightly, he looked towards the door and after some 10 seconds said “Our house is haunted!!!”
When he heard this Rachit started laughing as if he got possessed by some witch craft and by god he laughed loudly. I don’t know what funny thing he found in ghosts but he continued “He He He He” despite all of us signaling him to keep quite. Saurav slightly pushed him and told “Shut up!” all the while trying desperately to hold back his laughter. Rachit paused, pulled a stool and sat down and to our horror started laughing again. He finally stopped after some 2 minutes. His laughter had suddenly lightened the environment. All of us were struggling to hold back our laughter. Ramesh had drawn his lips inside and curved his mouth slightly to cover his expressions.
After Rachit had stopped, Varun said “It’s not funny. I swear our house is haunted. It has ghosts of two girls.”
Suddenly Rachit started laughing again and this time even Vikash and Saurav can’t hold back. Harpreet was smiling, while Ramesh and I were chuckling silently. It continued for some time till Varun said again, “Guys, it is not funny. I swear there are two spirits in our house. Believe me, I saw two girls who came and were knocking my door and then they walked towards Vikash’s door and knocked them too” He shivered again and sweat beads were forming on his head.
“Were they hot?” Ramesh asked and Rachit was about to laugh again before Vikash gave us all a stern look and somehow Rachit controlled. Vikash then place his hand on Varun’s shoulder and said “You must have dreamt it”
“No I saw them. They were chit-chatting and laughing. One was tall and the other was short.” Varun said.
“Varun, in all fairness, why would the girls come to you and Vikash? Vikash is already married and you are well … Varun Shyamak, and also when there are people like me, Saurav and Jeet, already in the house. What say Jeet?” Ramesh winked and put out his knuckles towards me and even though he mentioned me last in list I still bumped my knuckles on it.
“Shut up!” Vikash told us and said “Varun, you must have dreamt. You are reading all these parascience journals for all past week. It has got cluttered up in your mind”
Parascience is a branch of study that aims to define the paranormal activities using scientific tools and techniques. Ghosts, spirits, witch-craft and black magic are some topics which have been beyond any human reasoning and logic. There are people who simply accept it, some simply deny it and then there are people who simply question it. The work of dealing with these was mostly left to mystics and godmen till the previous century, but then some scientists with the help of some research universities (Stanford University is believed to be the first one) decided to make a living out of it and thus started the study of these phenomenon sometimes in late 19th century. However many scientist still question the methods and basis of these research and even the status of parascience as science has also been disputed as there has been no conclusive evidence despite of over a century of research. But then people often find discussions over these activities very enchanting.
Over the past week Varun had got very much involved reading about parascience. He was picking up journals and web-postings of such experience and each day he will come to haunt us with a new scary story ranging from a unfinished love to a brutally killed young girl. He had once given us 10 ways in which one can see ghosts. None of us ever tried it. One of the weirdest ways however was the one he told for girls and he claimed that it always works and had been accepted by discovery channel as well. It was like “take a big mirror. Exactly at midnight, light the room with very very dim light. Light a candle in front of the mirror. Sit infornt of it and comb your hair and say three times "BLOODY MARY" while gazing into the mirror and u can see a girl with blooded clothes in it”. I asked many of my female friends to try it but none of them did. I once asked him “Why it is that only a few can see the ghost while some cannot?” and Varun gave us all a detailed explanation. He said “You see human sense organs are imperfect. We can see only certain frequencies”, he gave some more details about what frequencies we can see and what we cannot and added, “Now these paranormal sightings emit certain frequencies which our brain cannot decode. However with some people and in under some circumstances, as in some disease or abnormal condition our brain is able to see and decode these frequencies. Some people have trained their brain to decode these, while some parasychologists have certain equipments to measure these frequencies. There are ways by which you can train your brain to decode these”
I hated talk about waves and frequencies as these very concepts had almost stopped my degree but then that is getting away from the story. The point is Varun had for some reason got too much involved in this topic and now he was claiming that he has seen not one but two ghosts. I don’t know whether he had just managed to decode the frequencies or he was just hallucinating or he was simply doing this to attract attention. Knowing him any possibilities could not have been ruled out.
“Guys I did not dream. There are two spirits in our house” Varun was pleading.
“Ok! Let us talk about this tomorrow. I suggest we move on to our rooms. And Varun if you are still afraid, you can sleep with the lights on” Vikash suggested.
I wanted to ask “How come sleeping with lights on going to help. You can just see something more clearly with lights and I don’t think one will want to see ghosts more clearly” but I did not.
We moved back to our rooms to catch some sleep. It took some time for all of us to go to sleep. Even though it came from Varun Shyamak the idea of having two ghosts watching over your shoulders is a scary one. I don’t know when I managed to go to sleep but when I woke up to my harsh alarm clock my head was spinning and I had a strong desire to go to bed again. However, I got up and went to work but was unable to concentrate the whole day. But then it was a Friday, and no one noticed it. On a Friday everyone looks in a mood to not work. Some are plain tired after four grueling days; some are overwhelmed with the thought of a great weekend ahead, while some are grumpy as they might have to work in weekend. I don’t know which category I belonged to that day. May be I was just worried that this may be the beginning of another Varun drama and as it turned out I was not entirely wrong.
I hung around with some other colleagues for some time after the office and finally returned home around 9 P.M. only to find Varun sitting on his bed while others surrounded him. He was still looking scared and there seemed to be a heated conversation going on. I ignored them and went to my room changed and then came back and pulled a stool to sit besides Ramesh who was looking bored and disconnected. I asked him what had happened, and he said “Same old crap, this asshole is still saying he saw the apparitions and saw them again in early morning at around 4:30. Now he had also found out from neighbors that some 6 girls used to live in this house some 10 years ago. Two of them named Pinki and Preeti had died as a bus had rammed their scooty from behind while they were on way to work, following which others had left the house. Now he says that their spirits are in this house”
“When did you find out all this?” I asked Varun.
“Last week. I am telling you this house is haunted”
“Now that settles it. You found about this before you claimed to see them. You are just a victim of chemical imbalance bole to chemical locha of Lage Raho Munna Bhai. You have been thinking about this all long and then you’re over obsessed with paranormal activities. You just saw what you wanted to see.” I said
“No, I am telling you I did see them not once but twice.”
“FFS Varun, we are living in this house for almost a year now, and a lot of people have lived in this house in the meantime. Why do you think their spirits will come back all of a sudden to haunt us?” I said
“Maybe they were always there and we did not feel them. We might have felt them but our ignorance comes in way of fact. If your cup is always full and if you try to add a little more liquid into it, the liquid will leak out. To understand or learn something you first need to empty your cup. We would simply have thought that we are dreaming or hallucinating and slept. And you know I told you about imperfectness of our senses. First you need to get the doubts and pre conceived notions out of your mind to understand this.” Even though he was scared he was still at his intellectual and philosophical best.
“In that case ignorance is bliss. I would rather not understand something which makes me scared and miserable.” I said.
“Jeet I think what Varun is saying may be not totally baseless” said Saurav and added “Now that I learn it I realize how many times I have heard footsteps or my stuffs getting misplaced and sometimes I have even heard sounds of giggling and at times even sound of payal. But each time I dismissed it as some random noise coming from outside or to my dreams.” Said Gaurav
I had heard something called ‘mass hysteria’ but I believed it happened only with masses but now I was seeing a completely different picture. Till now we were happy in our house and in fact had a lot of fun in that apartment but now with a little knowledge people had turned apprehensive. Suddenly Rachit also said he had also heard all this and, probably for the first time since I had known him, Varun Shyamak had got a lot of support.
“Let’s go for a walk. We’ll talk it over.” Said Harpreet.
We went out for a walk. Varun was behaving erratically and Rachit and Saurav remained silent. I pulled Ramesh aside and asked “What is wrong with them? They are over reacting. I hope they don’t ask us to change the house.”
“Abe yar, even I don’t get it. We have lived here for so long. How come all of a sudden this?” he said.
“Varun has got hallucinating and now somehow he has got everyone believing stuff that might not even exist” Harpreet added.
I repeated Harpreet’s comment to Vikash, who was anyway about to vacate this house once he got his family in town. He said he had not felt anything but he could not rule out the possibilities.
We were back to square one when we reached home. I tried to talk them out of it “See guys, even if their spirits are there it is pretty sure that they don’t want to hurt us. We have lived here for almost a year and had the time of our life here. Nothing wrong has happened. So let’s just live as we used to” I knew this would not work and it did not. No one will like to live in a haunted house even if the ghost are that of Mahatma Gandhi or Abraham Lincoln.
“No man! We never know whether they want to hurt us or not. It’s very risky to take a chance.” Varun said.
“Get your head out of your ass Varun. Just because of your baseless fear, you are willing to leave the apartment. And I don’t even believe that there is a ghost or rather two ghosts in our apartment.” Ramesh said.
“I am not saying that we leave the apartment, but we can at least work to get the spirits out of our house” said Varun.
“What? Are you serious? Varun, if the ghosts are there do you think you will go and say them to leave and they’ll leave” Ramesh said.
“They must be here for some purpose. If we can find that and do that for them they will leave the house and go to their world”
“First of all I don’t think there is any ghost in house, and then there is no way to find out” said Harpreet.
Varun looked around and said “Yes there is.”
“What?” I asked
He waited as if he wanted to have some build up to his answer. He looked out of window as if asking some divine answer and looked back and said, “PLANCHIT”
There was a moment of silence. Perhaps no one wanted to comment. Planchit or Planchette is a technique to interact with spirits. I had seen it in movies where some college kids try it out just for fun, lighting some candles, placing their fingers on a coin and chant something to call a spirit, finally spirit comes and coin starts moving. In each movie something goes wrong and tragedy follows.
Finally Saurav said, “No we are not doing that. It is very risky. I don’t want any black magic here”
“This is not black magic Saurav, it is science. I have read about it and I can do it if some of you help me” said Varun.
“No Varun! Saurav is right. It is very risky. Bad things can happen. I will not advise doing this.” Said Rachit and this time he did not laugh. I had not seen him serious any time before this.
“But guys, this is the only way out. We have to solve this problem, we just cannot wait and watch” Varun was not in a mood to let it go. I had a wild thought that Varun had conjured up all this just to make us do planchit but knowing him I didn’t think he could have strategized so much for it as he would simply had talked us into it. I was still not sure whether something was really wrong and to me it still seemed it was Varun’s figments of imagination, his tired brain was showing him what he wanted to see. Ideal thing to do would have been to take him to a psychiatrist, but now he had also infected Saurav and Rachit.
Saurav said “No. No such stuff here. Why don’t we just leave this house and look for another one? I am afraid and I am not ashamed to admit it. I don’t want to come in way of spirits” all the while he looked agitated, something which none of us had seen before. This idea of leaving the house led to one of the most bitter and biggest arguments our group had ever had. After some time I think we also lost track of time and space. While Harpreet, Ramesh and I were firm that there was nothing wrong in this house other three except Vikash, who was not willing to take sides, were convinced that house was haunted. I don’t know how long it went on when finally Harpreet said “Well let’s do it then. Let’s do the Planchit. Varun I will help you.”
There was some silence, following which Ramesh said, “Ya I’m with you too. What say Jeet?”
This question had left me stumped. I had no intention to get involved with spirits. I was afraid but admitting it was going against what I was standing for, and moreover it would not have gone with my ‘dare it all’ image which I had worked so hard to obtain. I was sure same was the case with Ramesh. Most people who are fearless are not actually fearless but just that they don’t want to show their fear to lesser mortals who look upon them. Rachit and Saurav had silently given their consent but they made it clear they will not be a part of it, but they will just sit and watch. And it was on…
Varun had now turned instructive. This was the moment I am sure he would have cherished. He had wanted this feeling of importance for a long time now. He wanted a moment when he can instruct us and we would actually listen to him. Many a time he had tried and failed, miserably, as whenever he had tried to overrule us in any field there would come out someone better than him in that. But now no one was interrupting him and he was continuing in a very serious and stern tone. As he went “Listen, this is a very high risk technique, so I need all of you to concentrate. Please don’t take it lightly as it may lead to something horrible. This act has to be performed between 1 A.M to 2 A.M as that is the time when air is at its calmest. Now its 12:00 A.M, so we can start in one hour. All we will need is few candles, a few incense sticks, a plain A4 (I don’t know why he mentioned A4) sheet of paper, and a coin. We can make the board only just before we start it. We need to cut down all light and close all doors and windows. No fans as the technique required absolute calmness of air. Is everything clear?”
“What will be on the paper?” Rachit asked.
“The paper will contain a circle in center, two circles marked “yes” and “no” on two sides of it. And then there will be segmented concentric circles which will contain all English alphabets and digits 0-9. Something like this” He went on to portray the design on a piece of paper.
“Hey what if the spirits are illiterate” said Ramesh and let out a laugh putting his fist out in a high-fi position towards Rachit, but he stopped almost instantly after realizing that no one was in mood of jokes and very quickly he put down his hands.
Varun continued, “Now there are three important facts to keep in mind. A)..”
“Seriously Varun, why the hell are you talking as a professor?” I don’t know why I interrupted him.
“This is important. A) Your concentration on this is very important. If ever your mind wanders to anything bad or evil, that’s it. You have to concentrate and only call the correct spirit.”
“How do you know the spirit is correct, it may just act to be correct” Ramesh again interrupted and though he made a valid point, he still laughed. Different people have different ways to deal with nerves and perhaps laughing aloud was his way.
“Please listen, this is important. B) Once the spirit comes, never ask the question as to how it died. This pisses them off”
“Oh man! Pissed off spirit!!!” Ramesh mocked and was about to laugh again but stopped as Harpreet and I gave him stern looks.
“And most important C) If you see the candle flicker, it is time to say good bye. Just don’t waste time and say good bye because it means the spirit has just got mad”
“But this can also happen due to air” finally Vikash had said something.
“No it can’t. Remember fan is off and all windows and doors are closed” Varun said and this time we had to agree.
“Let’s get started. We need to make a circle with candles at regular intervals and big enough to seat all of us inside it. One candle needs to be in the center. Also burn the incense sticks all around the room” Varun had suddenly seemingly lost all fear and looked rather enthusiastic. He was shouting instructions like an army chief now and for the first time we were actually following.
He drew a giant circle on the floor. He called it some name as in circle of something which I don’t remember. “We need to light some 8 candles and incense sticks are a must. Now listen to me carefully” he paused, and then after some haunting 20 seconds said, “Whatever happens, don’t leave the circle between the procedure, and also do not remove your finger from the coin.” He paused again and then said, “Any mistake can prove fatal” and then he gave a seriously comic pose of seriousness mixed with fear.
Well, I had been chased by cops for breaking traffic signal; I had been chased by dogs when I entered a protected area; I had sat behind Ramesh on a bike, but never ever in life before this I had felt this scared. I had just said a silent prayer, “Oh Bajrang Bali!!! (I don’t know why I chose his name), if I get out of this, I will live my life differently”, I also made a lot of other promises. Ramesh was nervous too as was evident from his 'out of context' laughters. “Where do we get candles and incense sticks from, I have one or two, but not so many.” said Harpreet. “Don’t worry, I have them” said Varun as he opened his cupboard and took out a packet containing all those stuff. Some piece of paper fell down; Harpreet picked it up and slipped it in his pocket after examining it. Varun slowly started placing candles at regular intervals and I could not help noticing that despite all of us being agitated he looked rather calm and composed, and I appreciated it at that time. Ramesh wanted to light the candles but Varun stopped him saying “No not now! Just before the act and after all lights are out. It is 12:30 now and we will start in another half an hour. Try to relax as we all need to concentrate very hard.”
“I will join you, I need to make a call” said Harpreet and left out. I wondered whom he wanted to call, his parents, his brother or a girl friend about whom we had not heard yet, but I did not ask him. I was feeling suffocated so I too took my leave and went to my room, washed my face and lay down for a while. I still did not want to do it but I could not pull back now as it would have made me a laughing stock for the time to come.
Finally I got up and went to Varun’s room. When I reached there the whole setting looked very gory. Lights were out and Ramesh and Varun were slowly lighting the candles. Harpreet joined us soon. Vikash, Rachit and Saurav were sitting a little away scared but interested none the less. Harpreet walked to them and said “If you are not doing it please don’t sit here. It may be risky. I just asked someone, people who are not in circle may get possessed. So you people go to first floor lock every door and window. Also, while we are doing it you may hear a lot of noises may be of some of us yelling and calling you, but remember, it is a mirage. Don’t even think about coming back here before morning”
They looked disappointed but still followed what Harpreet had said. Varun had finished setting up the candles and incense sticks and was working drawing symbols on a sheet of paper. Finally he said “Now enter the circle.” We were about to do it but Harpreet said “Wait! Varun, would you mind explaining this?” and he took out a piece of paper and passed it towards us. I took it and read it by getting it near the candle light and soon Ramesh joined too. We got it. Varun reluctantly came out of the circle and took a look and after getting it looked stumped. It was the bill of one dozen of candles and a packet of incense sticks, but the important part was it was dated a week back. Harpreet took Varun by his collars and lifted him slightly up and asked “You bastard! You set this up. Didn’t you? Just because you wanted to do this weird act you made this whole thing up.”
“What? Nooooo!!! I did not do it” said he.
“They why in the world did you buy so many candles in a city, where power seldom goes? A miser like you spending money on such stuff” Harpreet said.
“What? No! I just bought this for …” before he could complete Harpreet said “Shut up! Guess what! I just called Vijay and found out that in this house a family had lived for past 12 years, then it was occupied by some students for some 1 year and now we are here. No mention of girls.” Vijay was the son of house owner.
Varun was stammering now. A small piece of paper had brought down his empire. He was trying to come up with something convincing and said “He lied ..” but before he could complete Harpreet said "and I had asked about this from the neighbors’ son who FYI is an Engineering student and is awake till now"
Varun was running out of ideas and now out of a fit of depression said “I am not lying. I really saw th..” before he could complete I pulled his collars and landed a tight slap on his right cheek with my left fist. I don’t know what had happened to me as I repeated it two more times and said “You asshole!! Just because you wanted to practice this weird act you made this up. What the hell did you think, it is some kind of a game”
Ramesh had also had enough, he pulled him up by his hair and smashed his fist in his rib cage and followed it up by a series of resounding slaps on both his cheeks, all the while saying “You bitch, I will kill you today”. Varun’s horn rimmed spectacles had been thrown away. He shouted and I am sure others listened but no one dared come down as they had taken Harpreet’s warning seriously. Harpreet Singh may be a sardar but he was awesome with ideas like these. Varun finally freed himself from Ramesh’s grip who was bent on slapping the crap out of him and tried to run towards the door, but Harpreet stopped him and landed another slap on his face and this was probably the hardest and loudest one coming from a well over 6-feet and weighing around 100 Kgs sardar. Varun collapsed and fell down on the ground. Harpreet picked him up by his collars again and asked “Tell the truth or die” Harpreet’s face looked red with anger and his eyes burning with rage and Varun had no plans left. He said “Yes I made it up. I wanted to try this out but I needed at least 2 more to try this so I tried to talk you all into this. I am really very sorry”
As soon as he heard this Ramesh went berserk. He ran towards Varun and punched and slapped him multiple times. I finally had to pull him off Varun and he said “Asshole! Bastard! Just because of him we had a fight. What the fuck did he think he was trying?” He again freed himself from me and charged towards him and kicked Varun hard on his buttocks and I again had to pull him off.
Varun’s face looked aghast and tears rolled to his cheeks. He had made an excellent plan but just a small mistake had made it go all wrong. Had he just been careful enough to confirm some details and buy the candles on the same day, we might just have done the act and then things could have been completely different. But then Titanic was sunk by a small hole.
Next day we told the others that there we did call the spirits and they told that they came here just once in a year and have no intention of hurting us. Saurav called Varun, who had left early morning to spend weekend in his home town, and he confirmed that our house was no longer haunted. We lived there for another year before we all left the city and nothing remotely scary happened in that house again, in case you don’t count Varun Shyamak and his weird activities. Noone else came to find out what had happened on that night. They considered us their heroes for all that time, a fact which I am not sure I am really proud off.
Well I don’t know if ghosts and spirits do really exist but then I don’t really want to know. Just let’s say I am neutral about them. I have neither intention nor courage to dwell in this unknown world of paranormal activities. Perhaps it is just fitting that some things just remain a mystery which never gets unfolded.
Footnote: Never try Planchit. It is a dangerous act and need to be handled expertly. I have tried it and had a bad experience and I don’t want anyone else to try out. In case if you really need it get in touch of an expert.
