My aunt was a feisty woman, the diva of her town, hilarious and level-headed. When I was a young boy of six years old, she would often tell me stories before bed.

One night, bored with simple tales of kings and queens, I asked her to come up with something unique. She knew without some new story I wouldn't go to sleep, but she warned me her it might give me nightmares.

This is the story she told:

"The incident happened years ago when I was a little girl," my aunt said.

"One full moon night, four young boys decided to go see a late-night show called Sholay. After the show, the group decided to take a cab home, but they looked for a while to no avail. It was getting very late, and they were very tired.