This girl's spirit was still in Fern Hill Palace and she was showing me her story. I was scared out of my wits and ran from the corridor to the dining. My parents asked me where was I. I said there's something here we need to leave.
My parents thought of finishing lunch and moving. I wasn't comfortable eating anything or sitting on their table. This wasn't right. The old spirits of Wadiyar lived there. It was their things. We humans had no right encroaching their property and using it as a public domain.
My father insisted on a picture before leaving and told me to sit on the bench at the garden. I felt like the bench belonged to someone else.. and he/she wasn't happy with me sitting on it. I just held my father's hand and requested that we leave immediately and that this place doesn't feel right.
~ 2 years later~
I open the newspaper and in one column it reads ' Fern Hill Palace shuts down due to several paranormal activities'