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"You don't believe me at all?"

"You're right, I don't believe it. Of course, my body is creeping at the moment. Because your environment is haunted."

Sir SudhaKanto said, "But they are there."

I remained silent. There is no point in arguing with this old man whether there are ghosts or not. If there is, stay.

"She is a girl who comes to me."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, eleven or twelve years old."

"How do you know her age is eleven or twelve? Did she tell you?"

"No. I'm guessing."

"What's her name? Do you know the name?"

"No."

"What does she do when she arrives?"

Sir SudhaKanto said, "Isn't it enough that the girl is coming? Does she need to do anything else?"

I went silent. That's right, the presence of an unnatural girl is enough. Sir Sudhakanta said, "You may see it yourself." I was shocked. The gentleman said in a simple voice, "Many have seen besides me."

Sir Sudhakanta took a short breath and almost immediately I heard a huge smile. The trees in the yard began to tremble because someone was laughing. Had it not been for Sir Sudhakanta, I would have become unconscious. I screamed in a sharp voice, "Who, who?"

Sir Sudhakanta said, "That is nothing."

I said in a frightened voice, "what do you mean by nothing?"

"That is Khatash. Laughs like a human being. "

"What did you say! This is the first time I have heard the name of Khatash. This seems to be the father of ghosts! I am still shaking."

"Drink water. Drinking water will reduce fear."

Sir Sudhakanta brought water in a glass. The beast called Khatash laughed again with a spine chilling laugh. If Sir Sudhakanta had not said anything, I would have heard the ghost smile, this idea would have been in my mind all my life.

This is the first time I've had some confidence in the man. It did not seem to be the intention of this man to intimidate by telling a weird story. If he had had such a desire, he would have remained silent about the cause of this horrible laughter.

Sir Sudhakanta said, "Will you listen to that girl?"

"Yes, it can be heard. But I'm a disbeliever myself, so if you laugh in the middle of a story don't mind. "

"I don't like to tell this story to anyone. Of course, I have told many people. Everyone here knows."

"Does everyone here believe your story?"

Sir Sudhakanta said in a serious tone, "If I tell a lie to anyone here, they will believe me. They call me a saint. I don't think I've ever told a lie in my long life. I live alone. I need little. People lie, out of necessity and self-interest. I don't have that problem. Let alone these things, I would rather tell the story."

"Tell me."

"Sit inside? Looks a little cold here. The month of Agrahayan gets cold."

"I'm not having a problem, I feel better here. I don't come to the village much. You start."

Sir Sudhakanta went to start the story but did not start. Suddenly he seemed to be a little different. As if trying to see something with sharp eyes. It was a rustling sound. Just like the sound when you walk in new clothes. I said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Sir Sudhakanta smiled palely. I said, "what's the sound?"

He said in a low voice, "Oh nothing, you listen to the story. There is no need to sleep today, let's spend the night talking."

Creepy environment. The intoxicating smell of Kamini flowers is coming from the bush Kamini tree near the house. Numerous fireflies are burning and extinguishing around the well. The smell of burnt wood is wafting from the stove in the yard. The sky is full of stars.

Sir Sudhakanta started the story.

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