“I am not a ten years old kid to be scared.” she sniggered outside but inside her heart was already racing.
“If you hear something dont look back.” her cousin yelled from the sandbank where they were sitting. Spending some time under the moon, singing, chatting.
“Yeah…dont look back. You know the story about the torso that walks on that road right?” another one shouted.
She did not answered.
She had to had this urge now! God! A shiver ran down her spine as the dogs, as if conspiring with her cousins started to howl the second she walked past them, reminding her that she was walking past the burning ghat, where dead are cremated.
She quickened her steps and clambered up the bank to the village road.
The road was deserted. It was past eleven so everyone must be sitting in their pujamandap (the hall attached to the altar where deity is worshipped) watching the movie.
She started to walk as quickly as she could, it was barely half a kilometer from there to the gate.