The Little Girl...

The sound of the bell ringing made me jolt wide awake, and I woke up just in time to see all my fellow classmates, scurrying to get out of the classroom as soon as possible. I slung my backpack on one of my shoulders and started walking out of the classroom. Today, was a very auspicious day for our town. There was once a girl who had fallen into the village well, and had died before anyone could save her. It was said, that every 10 years, the spirit of the little girl would come knocking to each door, and would choose a human being to take him/her back to the well forever. That was the reason my mother had told me to return early as soon as possible. I, of course not listening to these superstitions, made my way slowly back to my house. It was 3km walk from my house to the school, so I was stepped out of the school and started walking a little fast to reach home quickly. The longer I stayed out in the dark, the scarier I became. The route I had to take was a very dark woods, scarred with dead trees. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, making me gasp. This was getting scary! I prayed to all the gods I knew, and started running towards my home route.

On my way, I heard rustling of leaves, and the sound of a ghungroo or payal. By this time, I was already scared, and the sound was terrifying. I wish I had listened to my mom that day. I wish I had not gone to school that day. I wish I was more intelligent person to know the right and wrong. These thoughts were swarming in my head. I ran, ran, ran till I was out of my breath. Suddenly, I saw a girl, of around 4 years, crying, clutching her ankle. It looked like she had hurt herself. Knowing what I was going to do was stupid, I still went to help her, cause I couldn't hold the weight of leaving someone in their time of need weighing me down all the time, so I went to help her. Suddenly she stopped talking, and looked at me. The last thing I remember was the image of me being carried into the well......