Since my childhood, I love to travel a lot. When both time and money are sufficient I leave the house. But leaving my house is not like other people. That is, someone else will plan a holiday before leaving home. Decide in advance which famous tourist spot to visit, where to eat and where to stay. But I don't do that. I never like crowds. So I never choose any famous tourist spot for a vacation. Rather, the places which have natural beauty, but still people have not identified that place as a tourist spot, so that are not crowded. Since the places are not known to people, I don't know anything about where to stay, where to eat, and even the transportation system before going there. It often happened that there was no lodge or motel anywhere within ten miles of where I went. So always go out with enough food and camping equipment. This time and with such preparations I left myself in the hands of fate and went out to go to a hilly area. This time, I will not go alone. I will be accompanied by a local guide. Just below the hill, we are going to a small village. The guide is a resident of that village. The hill is surrounded by dense forest. Never experienced trekking in jungle areas before. Moreover, it is better to have local people by your side as you have to be careful and cautious while staying in the forest. At first, however, no guide was willing to go after hearing that they would be staying in the forest at night. One agreed to go because more money was offered. But said he would go with me if I accept some of his conditions. I said I would accept all conditions. I said that to persuade the boy to go with me. The reason for the locals of disagreement to spend the night in the forest is useless, it is superstition.
By the time I reached that village it was late afternoon. It was said that I will stay in the village tonight to take a rest. I want to taste the food cooked by the local people. So I asked the guide in advance to arrange a room and dinner for me. As soon as I reached the village I noticed a strange thing. Almost all the villagers looked at me in horror. It seemed as if some terrible animal had come out of the cage of the zoo and had suddenly entered the place, everyone is crowding to see but getting scared. The guide came and hurriedly took me to a one-room cottage. The cottage is built on a platform with a fence and thatch. There is a bed, a clothes rack, a chair, and a table. Water is kept in a corner of the house in an earthen pot. There is a toilet outside the room. Hot water is provided there to wash the face and hands.
I came fresh and told the guide that I want to visit their village. He immediately agreed. Then he showed me around the village and told me about the stories of their ancestors and their religious gods and goddesses. Even then I noticed the same curiosity about the village people. When asked the reason for this, he said that outsiders do not usually come to their village. Besides, the villagers have come to know that I want to spend the night in that cursed forest. That's why they are so curious about me. I asked, 'Why do you say cursed? ' He told me, 'The villagers think that a terrible god lives in that forest which is a monster. There is a very big cave on this hill. He lives in that cave. At night he comes out of the cave in search of prey. So the people of the village do not come out of their houses at night. And going to the forest is out of the question. After finishing all the work during the day, everyone closes the door and goes to bed before dark. At night, the monster imitates the voice of a familiar human from outside many homes in search of prey. He who falls into this trap and goes out never returns home. The next day his half-eaten body was found lying in the forest. ' I thought to myself, 'what superstitions! A beast doing the work of a beast is devouring a god. ' I said, 'Is that so? How do you know that it is the work of god? Any animal can eat it. And what is the proof that the god lives in that cave? ' He went on to say, 'Our forefathers have written everything about this god in religious books. We believe the words of our forefathers to be eternal truths. And the biggest proof that people become the food of gods is that each of them has a symbol painted on their body. You will see this sign painted on the door of every house in our village. ' The guide has been right since arriving, I noticed a design painted on the door of every home. But the story he is telling me is nothing but superstition. Today in 2022, who would believe such a story. It could be that people are being killed and painted and called the work of God. Or the village priests are drawing these designs on the corpse's body to prove that the victim of the animal is the victim of the god. So that the villagers stay in fear and obey their religion properly. If there is religious fear, the peoples also obey the priests and the priests also get access to money. The guide boy then spoke again, 'Let's go back home. By now all the food prepared for you has been served. I must hurry and return to my house. If I become late, I will be in trouble. ' I thought, ' Eat dinner now? I don't eat so early. ' Because it was just getting evening.
I went home and saw that the boy spoke the truth. Steaming hot food is served on the table. The meal consisted of vegetable soup, hillocks, mutton, and boiled rice. I was starving and ate almost all the food. The guide boy took leave of me as soon as he washed my hand. Before leaving, he told me not to go out of the cottage. Not to go outside even if he calls me. I assured him I will not go, but said to myself, 'Keep your superstitions to yourself. Don't come to advise me. '
I never fall asleep in the evening, even though I am tired. I browsed Facebook while lying in bed for a long time. Then I wanted to smoke. The cigarette is with me. But I never smoke in the house. What will happen if I go out? ', thinking I opened the door of the room and came out. Then what I saw cannot be expressed in writing. The moon has risen, and the light of the moon has created a wonderful scenic beauty. It seems like a green sea. Who would not be mesmerized by such a scene, I was too. And I was so engrossed in that fascinating that I did not notice when a monstrous figure was coming towards me down the slope of the hill. When I saw him, he came very close to me. In fact, I fell in love with the natural beauty of the sound of the earth being cut. Something very heavy falls on the ground and with the sound, the ground shakes. When I saw the thing it didn't take me long to realize that it was anything but human. Because even from a distance, I could very well perceive the presence of his huge figure, two horns on his head, and a long tail. At that time, I gave priority to saving my own life without thinking about whether it was a human or a god. So I ran into the cottage. After entering the cottage, I closed the door and started shaking with fear. I felt a creature coming and standing on the balcony outside my room. And I understood very well that the creature is nothing but that monstrous image. But I don't know why the monstrous statue did not break the door of my cottage and enter inside. The door of the cottage is made of bamboo. It is a matter of a second for this monster to break down that door. Then I don't know why he went down from the balcony, I understood it by his footsteps.
After a while, I heard the call of the guide boy from the outside. Hearing his call, my fear decreased a little. I thought, 'This boy has arrived. Now I'm not alone anymore. He will surely be able to save me from this monster in some way. When I went to open the door, I remembered the last words of the boy. I should not go out of the cottage. Don't go even if he calls. It's not that boy's call. It is the monster's call. He is spreading his magic to trap me. I sat holding my ears with both hands. I thought today is the last night of my life. Any moment I'll open the door myself, hypnotized by the monster's call. I cannot say when I fainted out of the terror.
I regained consciousness at the sound of a heavy knock on the door. Then I thought that the monster might be trying to break down the door. But I noticed that the sunlight was entering through the crack in the house. That means it is morning now. I quickly opened the door. I see the guide standing with breakfast in hand. He said, 'I brought breakfast, half an hour ago. I've been knocking on doors ever since. What happened to you? ' I told him all the events of the night. Hearing all this, he said, 'You should not have gone out at night. That's why I forbid you. You are the first person to see the monster with your own eyes and still be alive. It's not right for you to stay here anymore. ' I don't want to be here anymore after such a horrible experience last night. I asked, 'But why didn't the monster break the door and enter? ' The boy said, 'Because that symbol is also painted on the door of this room. Having this symbol painted on the door of the house means that everyone who lives in the house is a worshipper. And he does not kill his worshipers. So we paint this symbol on the door of every home. ' I did not understand anything. I just realized that even in today's advanced world, there are many miraculous things going around that remain unknown to us. Even if we don't want to believe in their existence, they continue their activities forever in some remote area on earth.
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