House of Death

Aman passed through the graveyard, he saw some pink flowers had grown all over the place. The not so maintained and so-called haunted place was in bloom that monsoon. As he moved ahead, he thought of going to the park but decided against it. These days parks are either filled with couples or with some over-enthusiastic tourists. Aman finds it very difficult to get peace these days.

So he turned back to walk on the lane aside from the crumbling church and graveyard. But these days this place also attracts the attention of tourists. Aman walked toward the forest mumbling something in resentment.

Aman had met many people of his interest in the forest. He used to meet new humans or creatures every day when he was a kid. Now things are different. He sat on a big black stone under an old banyan tree which was standing there for don't know how many years. With so many people coming to Aman's town, he believed that even ghosts had left the town. After all, ghosts are supposed to live in a lonely place but where are open dark spaces available these days?

Aman returned to his town. He met an old friend and brought that friend to his house. He introduced that friend to all of his friends already living there. After all, Aman's house was the only lonely left-out dark and silent place. A peaceful haven for him and all other ghosts.