STORIES FOR GIRLS
STORIES FOR GIRLS
This is an article on Stories for girls. The article is an English adaptation of an enjoyable bengali ghost story.
STORIES FOR GIRLS
DANCE OF GHOSTS
The ghosts too laugh, sing, and dance like us. But very few are fortunate enough to witness dance of ghosts. But the other day in our evening gathering I heard about Kenaram Chakladar of Kebalpur. He had really watched dance of ghosts. I heard this from Haricharan, who was not in the habit of talking rubbish. Hence, I decided to go to Kebalpur myself and find out the truth.
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As I thought, the very next weekend I started for Kebalpur. I boarded a train and reached Ekbalpur. It is a very small station. The station-master understood I was new there and came forward to help me. He was taken aback when I told him that my destination was Kebalpur, the house of Kenaram Chakladar.
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The station-master gave me some information on Kenaram. The police are also afraid of him. They salute him whenever they pass him. Once an Anglo police officer went to raid his house at night. He saw ghosts on the terrace and fainted. He became completely mad and was sent to the mental asylum at Ranchi. There are rumours of seeing human skeletons near the house. His children even don’t stay with him. His wife passed away the day she saw those creatures dancing on the terrace of their house. Kenaram stays alone in the house with his attendant who is deaf and lame.
The bus to Kebalpur would start at 4 in the evening. If I took that bus it would reach Kebalpur late in the evening. If I took that bus it would reach Kebalpur late in the evening. The station-master suggested me not board that bus. It would not be wise to reach Kenaram’s house after dark. He offered me to spend the night with him in his house.
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Early next morning, the station-master took me to the bus terminus. After about 2 hours’ journey I got down from the bus at Rasulpur police station. There I had my breakfast in a small eatery. I met two locals who were also going to Kebalpur. I accompanied them. We passed through ponds, bamboo gardens, and cemetery grounds.
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At last we reached the Kebalpur market. From there I had to travel alone for a mile to reach the house of Kenaram. I had to pass by a huge bamboo garden. It was so dark in the brightness of the daytime. As I passed by I heard giggles of children, weeping sounds, and sounds of laughter coming from the bamboo garden. A chill ran down my spine. I really repented at my decision of visiting the house of Kenaram Chakladar.
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At last the bamboo garden came to an end. With that ended my fear. Then I crossed a pond and finally reached the villa of Kenaram Chakladar.
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It was a three-storeyed walled mansion. There was a big garden in front of the main building. The huge iron gate was locked from inside. As there was no electric bell I started calling out his name on top of my voice. A man came limping from inside the house and asked, “Who are you? What do you want?”
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I replied from the other side of the gate, “I’ve come from very far. I want to meet Kenaram Chakladar for some personal reason.” The man said that he would wake up late. If you wish I could wait for him. I agreed and entered the house. Although it is a big mansion, I doubt whether anyone ever painted the house. The garden was not maintained. Trees and plants were not pruned. They were covered with undergrowth. The walls of the house were also covered with moss. I asked the man, “Why don’t you clean the house?” He replied, “They don’t like cleanliness.” I again asked, “Only you and Kenaram babu live here?” he said, “Who else would want to go crazy living here?”
The room in which I sat was very gloomy. There was only a couch with a pillow on it. At about midday Kenaram came to meet me. I was surprised to find him a short simple looking man. He was equally surprised to learn the reason of my visit to his house. I requested him to tell his story. Kenaram smiled and said, “First let us have lunch. It’s quite late. You have travelled a long distance and must be already feeling hungry. Then we shall have plenty time for all these”. As he promised, after lunch he started with his tale.
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“After my father’s death I became penniless,” started Kenaram. “I had to work very hard to make both my ends meet. To make matters worse I lost the little land I had. The landlord of our village took it away by force. One day I had to go to the town for some work. I was in a hurry to return home as my newlywed wife was alone in the hut.
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As I was passing through the bamboo forest, I heard a groaning sound. I followed the sound and saw an old tribal lying on the grass. Beside him was an old maadal (a hand drum). I gave him some water. He blessed me and said, “You served me at the time of my death. Take this maadal with you. It will change your luck. Play it for the first time on a new moon night in an open area. All the spirits will come and dance at the beat of the drum. Please them, and they will change your fortune. But don’t feel scared. They won’t harm you.”
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I was fortunate because after two days was a new moon day. On top it was a Saturday. I warned my wife beforehand not to disturb me at any condition. There was an open ground in front of my hut. I sat after midnight beating on the maadal. Gradually I saw shadows appearing on the field. I didn’t stop but kept on drumming and the shadows kept dancing. I drummed unless I fell senseless on the ground. When I came back to my sense I found my body burning with fever. I found some gold coins beside the maadal. My wife was scared seeing my condition and said she would never allow me to meddle with them anymore.
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But as it was midnight I could sense some movement outside my hut. I understood they have come and I have to drum so they can dance. Every night I drummed and they danced. In the morning I found gold coin beside my drum. In this way I became rich. They even guarded me from all perils.
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One night dacoits attacked my house. My wife ran up to the terrace to inform me. Seeing their terrible looks her heart failed and she died. Few of them went down and killed the dacoits. They are indeed very helpful.”
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Saying this much Kenaram stopped. He again said, “Do you really feel that you can still watch their dance?” “Of course,” said I. At about midnight he called me upstairs on the terrace. I went up and saw him drumming and terrible looking creatures dancing. Suddenly two of these terrible shadows came near me and requested to dance with them. This was too much for me. I fainted. When I opened my eyes I found Kenaram sitting beside me. The next morning he arranged a cart and sent me to the railway station.