I have started my journey in a place of the burial aka the land of the dead. This is no ordinary burial land; it is the land where heroes are buried. I found a place to sit instantly as they made their burial ground a showpiece or a park to be precise. As I watch this magnificent place and beauty, I forget that this is a land where dead are sleeping. It was a place where I felt the most peace in this cruel and terrifying world. As my eyes glanced all over the place, I saw a young adult standing tall with his chest wide and tears flowing through his eyes while maintaining a strong face. I walk up to him and asked him do you know this person? He turned towards me and in a deep voice he said, I wish I could meet this person at least once in my lifetime. The way this hero sacrificed everything for our country against the terrorists, and has moved me and now, I am here to get revenge and make sure no fallen blood goes in vain. after hearing this, I was so moved by the fact that a person who has not even had their paths crossed has motivated another fellowbeing to follow their footsteps. After seeing this I am certain that even if I fail in my mission for the true reason of life, I know I shall leave something behind that will motivate someone to find the answer to my quest. Just as I was leaving, I saw a man drinking and cussing at the same grave that inspired other people. I was curious on this behavior and I walk up to this man and asked him why he was doing this? He asked me to do something in the god forbidden place eluded but curious at the same time. But I was relentless, after a few bargaining and chitchat he agreed to answer my question. He is a person who I hate and is my best friend since childhood, we both walked different paths since childhood, I would always cause trouble and he would always be there to help me and it was frustrating as he never cared about himself from the very beginning. He took care of my family when I was a drug addict and helped me come back to a normal life. He should have never joined the army; it was my stupid mistake that caused him join the army. and now he is dead leaving me in this world, knowing that from now on there is no one who will help me, when I make trouble or who will punch me when I am wrong. People tell he died for the country. But the truth is he died for my mistakes. After this the man got up kept a glass of alcohol on the graveyard and left. As I heard him tell the story I saw even though he was cussing at him he has tears flowing and his voice was filled with sorrow and regret. I have realized by this encounter that when a person dies the only people that feels sad is actually the people closest to that person. Rest only feel empathy toward the relatives. So, why do we need to do things to please other people or show to other people that you make a good living or have a good house or have a good life when we can make the people close to us happy till the day we die. At least like that I think, we can rest happy that we did everything to make ourself and people closest to us happy. As I walked across the graveyard filled with sorrow and regreat, I was called out by someone, I turned back and saw it was the security gaurd.
Young man the visiting hourse are done let the dead rest peacefully. He was sarcastic in his tone. Which is something I find intresting. He continued, which resting soul have you come to see. I have come to say my respects to that person resting there I shall leave soon. He laughs and says, unless you are my long lost son you would never have known my wife. Smiling I told , you caught me but then still why would u ask me the question of who I am here to visit when I could be a visitor of any grave here. Young man, I have not seen you before, mostly after initial few days of the burial only few ever come regularly, some even forget there existence. You see the bush there that is not a bush but a head stone covered with weed. People forget them and not pay for maintenance of there dead. The laws forbid me from cleaning those graves. That is the type of world we live in. Now then young man why are you here?
After I explained on my reason to be here he started laughing histericaly nd said. If you are looking for answer then you should be asking the dead for it not the living. I was confused if he was sarcastic or not.
What do u mean by the dead, you don't mean ghosts right. Young man we do these rituals to make sure the dead rest in peace. But some unlucky souls wander this earth. If u want answers then u must ask such a soul. With great curiosity I asked, where can I find such a soul. He smiled and said, you are in luck, there are rumors of such a soul haunting in a nearby house. There are rumors that there are people who saw the wandering ghost and people who have gone missing.
My curiosity hit the peak and without any preparation, I went to the address the watch man gave me to meet this wandering ghost.
It was 11:30am just halfhour for 12 and as the rumors say the house was very disturbing I could feel some kind of negative energy from the house. I panicked for a little my hand shivering , I asked my self was it fear or excitement either was I mentally prepared my self and entered the house.
It was dark the electricity was out and on each foot steps I can clearly hear the creaking of the wooden floor. For some reason I felt a chill from behind like someone was standing behind me, I did not have courage to look back, I just moved forward and I continued to move and I heard a sudden loud sound, I freeze at my foot steps, now my leg starting to shiver and it started to freeze I couldn't move anymore after a few minutes I decided to go to the sound I built up enough courage and walked up to the sound and with great shock I saw a body on the floor and that was it I lost it and ran out of the house crying. After existing the house I layed on the ground all my strength was zapped and couldn't move and inch. After half hour I calmed down and called the police. The police came but we're hesitant to go inside later a brave cop went in and bought the body out and as an anticlimactic situation he was alive and many other people were inside and all were junkies who spread rumor that there were ghosts so they can get high at peace. I was shocked embarrassed and dead for few days as it appeared on the news. Well no ghosts there just a broken house. Maybe I'll find the answers further ahead.