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Night at the resort- 3 (Alankritha)

Chapter – 65

Night at the resort- 3 (Alankritha)

“Inky pinky ponky

Daddy bought a donkey

 Donkey died

Daddy cried

 Inky pinky ponky” I heard someone singing it in a low voice most melodiously that I have ever heard.

 Ghosts, spirits, devils, possession whatever is the word used its meaning stands the same “Death”. Death is the most natural thing as birth. While birth makes everyone happy, death brings pain, grief and mental misery to the people around. The origin of spirits takes place at this instance usually termed as “unsatisfied souls”. If anyone arrives at death bed with unsatisfied dreams then they usually end up in becoming spirits according to Mesopotamian culture. Spirits doesn’t have flesh and blood they are usually shadows with no physical form. Though there has been a serious question around in the universe regarding the existence or non existence of spirits, few consider when there is god- there is definitely evil too.

What is happening to us? Who is the girl in white? Why did crow fall dying near our window and most importantly where did John go?

I slowly walked towards the switch board and switched on the light.

I could still hear the rhymes

“Inky pinky ponky

Daddy bought a donkey

 Donkey died

Daddy cried

 Inky pinky ponky”      

“John!!” I shouted his name walking towards the washroom as I heard some noise in the washroom.

My hair is completely wet with sweat and sweat bullets repeatedly formed on my forehead. My senses became blunt and eyes were burning in apprehension.

“John!!” I shouted his name pushing the washroom door slowly.

“Wait, I am coming...” John said and all of a sudden the poem “Inky pinky” stopped….

I had a sigh of relief for a second and ran to sit on the bed with legs up and covered completely. John came out after 5 minutes.

“What happened Aj?” John asked

“Where did you go?” I asked taking of the covers.

He looked at the bathroom door once and said “MARS”.

“MARS??? Stop kidding John.” I said getting down the bed but dint dare to do, as fear now crept into me completely and felt something is there beneath the bed.

Basically from childhood parents scare children saying that devils and ghosts stay beneath the bed and my parents did the same so I am more conscious of staying on the bed.

“What is this Aj? Can’t you see where I am coming from” John said in a restless tone.

“What happened to you? Why dint you eat anything?” I asked with curiosity hoping that John is not possessed with an spirit.

“Sambar idly is the reason bro. I liked it in the morning so had one extra and now suffering a lot, visiting washroom at least once in an hour.” Saying John walked to the bed and covered himself.

“Okay! One last question. Why were you humming inky pinky ponky…” I asked expecting that this is the last assumption of mine that John is possessed.