Ronjon's wife immediately recognized Arshad and called her husband like a love-birdy couple. Finally, at least, Wahid found a breath of fresh air after Arshad. Ronjon was coming out, chewing a betel leaf, full of spices. Overjoyed, they danced in the tune again, but Arshi gave a chuckle, whereas Wahid was mortified...once again.

After few moments of yodeling, they went into the house. The only people who were extremely enthusiastic in the room was Arshad and Ronjon-if Ronjon was with his best friend. Anyway, his wife Shyamoli prepared the guests for dinner. The rest sat on the floor and had plates copper plates. For the first time, Shyamoli smiled and said "I heard that Dhaka City has a different lifestyle, I can't wait to see the dreams and how the culture works"

"Well, Dhaka city is a variety of cultural beliefs and ethics! But it's not easy to say if it's adjustable or not. And you need to struggle to get into the dream to reality" said Wahid.

"Hey, don't scare her!" whispered Arshi, who was eating rice with fish and mashed potatoes.

"I'm talking about the reality" said Wahid, trying to justify his words.

"Somehow it's true, but there are some wonders to talk about. It's about embracing your true self. Although, it's difficult, it's easy to get on" said Arshi.

"Well, how do you think about our valley? I know, it's boring but, it's quite scary, if I ain't wrong" asked Shyamoli.

"It's too gloomy, sad and crops were smelt like a dry rotten corpse, transforming into a coal. However, I got some great services!" said Wahid.

'Bro needs to hesitate' thought Arshi. She stated nothing but controlled her pixie anger. There's no time to answer every bickering that Wahid does. Some real issue would go on. Arshi said "How are you guys so happy, while the valley is a bit...you know what I mean".

"Yes, our love was since high school. Ronjon wasn't the corrupted guy back then. He was quite brilliant in mathematics, where I copied his notes and learnt from each other. One day, he was going out after school, he was surrounded by the boys and bullied him because of his innocence and pulled his pants. I was enraged to see it. By taking advantage of the six o clock ghostly affairs, Arshad and I planned the whole thing out. Thus, we caught them and scared them so much that the next day, those bullies asked forgiveness.

Until, that naïve fellow took white flowers for me. I didn't need it though, but his innocence felt for me. Slowly, we understood each other, though I was a bit slow. Until, his father died, he owned the mill work, after he was voted as the 'most active citizen' by Khalil, the chairman. Then we got married. Unfortunately, he turned corrupted but for me, he's still my Ronjon."

Understandably, it was too much of a simple love story but Wahid felt that there were more to it. Perhaps, his thoughts were jumbling around a lot. Arshi and Shyamoli continued to gossip around after dinner. Then Arshad and Wahid looked at the bull. Wahid asked "why did you name her, Sundari?"

"It was way before, I've graduated from university. I was buying some groceries for Khalil and his family. On the way, I've seen a truck loads of people and a beautiful cub. She was weeping, seemingly missing her home. But the truckloads of bamboos scared me to death. Then, I followed them all the way to their drug den, full of sack, caged cows and other animals. It was the poachers!

When the poachers abandoned the truck, I secretly sneaked out the animal traffickers who were feeding other animals unkindly. Most of them were sad or burst into tears but couldn't express. The boss who sat in the center was a thick and nonsense man to talk to. His fat belly looks like a piggy juice, filthy and forbidden. Suddenly a cat meowed, the Boss slowly got out and kicked it 'GET OUT OF HERE! AND NEVER COME BACK!"

The cat left weeping.

He was roaming inside and petting a sheep. Then he pulled his ears with canines and ate it. Luckily the sheep was alive but saddened. I was shocked, like what kind of a psychopath was The Boss! I tiptoed and looked at a golden bell, outside of the den-presumably if one of the animals got escaped. My head-bubble was swapped on.

I rang the bell by taking out and using a slingshot from my pocket. I shot those twice to the bell, because school folks used to call me a slinger champion. It rang so loud that the henchmen along with The Boss ran outside his den. Slowly, I opened the cages and the animals were free that it ultimately turned into a stampede. They chased the hell out of the poachers that their serious faces turned into foolish worthless donkeys. But the only one who was looking at me was the bull. Her beauty and innocence felt that someone should adopt her. Since then, she's like my lonely companion. By the time in the university, she was taken care by Ama Didi, when she was healthy, not like she is now. But yes, when I came back after graduation, she cuddled me with her head like crazy.

So I named her Sundari".

Wahid, slowly realized the importance other than cats. He hid his tears and softly said "You're a one lucky guy, who didn't even get caught by the bunch of buzzards!"

Arshad smiled.

Ronjon interrupted their conversation and offered to stay at night. Everyone agreed.

While Arshi was on the bed of Ronjon's wife, she slept at the floor. Wahid was alone, sleeping in the guest house, that's unlocked after a long time-still brand new. On the other hand, Arshad was snoring and farting so loud that Ronjon woke up with irritation.

He got out of the house to have a loo with the betel leaf and water jar to clean his poop. It was cold and the moonlight slowly was unveiled with clouds sliding out. The fogs were heavy.

'RONJON' called a ghastly voice.

He looked back and he saw that the fog turned his house like a graveyard. Its scarlet eyes and scary figure was of a shadow of a dead cadaver. Ronjon's blurry visions let him scream "who's there?"

It got close and hypnotized him-frozen. Fogs turned thicker, flowers turned into dead snow, despite the moonlight, it was raining cats and dogs like a hailstorm. The clothes were waving with the wind-wet. Also cry of the dogs made it clear that the horror was about to happen. White tide smokes surrounded him, kissed his soul and a sucked his body, almost...ashes to ashes, alive! The smoke and the red eyes left like a crippled human as of a devil who just spread a bad omen. Ronjon's dizziness turned all black.

The sun rose, Wahid woke up when he heard a constant shrill cry. He looked outside the guest house and watched a crowd of people, gathered around, quite similar to Zuleikha. When Wahid gently pushed the crowds by running into them, he saw both Arshad and Arshi looking at a lying, thin-naked living corpse, screaming 'Shyama! Shyama! Why did you leave me! Shyama! I love you! I am sorry!"

Arshad looked back anxiously.

"What's going on?" asked Wahid.

"The ghost sightings again!" said Arshi.

"But why is he naked and calling his wife's name? How peculiar!" asked Arshad.

Shyamoli interrupted. When Ronjon looked at her, he smiled "You're here! Now I'll take a nap".

Ronjon slept, as his body slowly gained some health, despite looking a bit skeletal. She carried him and kept him laid in the bed. She shut the door. Relief from all the people outside that room, Wahid, Arshi and Arshad along with Shyamoli sat there like a meeting in the guest room.

Wahid asked "was it the first time, he did all these?"

Anticipating the context of his madness, Shyamoli revealed:

'During the high school days, whenever I meet my friends, he used to so insecure and his bratty nature pushed me so hard that I decided to break-up with him. Few days later, I found out that he wasn't in school and his father-Samsher Miyah got out from an old horse cart, as during that time, horse, jeep and cow cart were the only transport. Despite his bossy aura, he humbly requested me to come to his house.

He did the same thing, screaming crazily.

Samsher, my father in law told me that, his mother died during midnight due to the ghostly sightings. He had no one, other than me. I thought about it twice, because when I was ill, he was nursing me, when I was about to have an accident, he saved my life. With those positive thoughts, I married him. But since his rise as an owner of the mill worker corrupted his mind, but thanks to the ghost, I got my Ronjon back, I think some of his parts of the present memories are gone!"

Arshi asked "Why have you thanked the ghost?"

"Legends say that, there's a man who worked under Khalil's father, I mean a former clerk, or a record keeper...Something like that. However, his friendly nature had impressed both mine and Ronjon's parents in such a way that an enemy...Unknown...Had evil-eyes on our village. I remember that, during Halloween night, though it's not like costumes or trick or treat, but just a regular event, my father and Ronjon's dad were outside, eating parathas with The Clerk and having some really friendly conversations. The restaurant was fully made out of wood and lights were made out of candles. However, the rooftop was covered with tin shades. Most of the customers were delightful and merry. The Clerk was merrier and his presence made it more of a best gathering.

However the conversation was about how he saved my father-in-law and my own dad. Back then, they weren't married yet. Quite young, plus dropped out of school that led them to farming. One day, my father lost his goat. They roamed around the whole village. Until, they found the goat opposite of the bridge. Then, when they were about to get them, a car from a big city was about to kill them in a road. But someone shoved him-IT WAS THE CLERK. The car was of our former chairperson's. Hence, the chairperson asked in a more serious manner "what were you doing?"

"Umm...sir, I just found their goat" answered the Clerk.

"Ok...Give these boys the goat" said the chairman.

However, these friendly conversations continued in the hangout. I don't know what it is... but it's vague...until I remember that, in that restaurant, the chairperson and his son, Khalil lied that he made something that's illegal for the village...a prostitution camp!

They've arrested him mercilessly and severed his head with a dagger. And the vengeful ghost murdered the villagers who betrayed him, whoever comes out at 6 o clock. Henceforth, no one comes out", said Shyamoli.

Then, with more relief, Wahid, Arshi and Arshad got out of the guest room. But Wahid was thinking about the inconsistencies about the tales of The Ghost whose real origin hasn't been revealed yet. Why was he terrorizing the village? Although some parts were believable but Ronjon's part was a bit harsh, though not so crueler than the fisherman who risked his life.