Once upon a time, there lived a family in a village. They had a little boy named Christy. He had a good imagination. One day his father had got a transfer of his job to a town. So, his family moved to their new house in the town. On the second day, at their new house, Christy started to see the house more clearly. The back of the house was full of forest. He sat down on a chair in the terrace and looked into the forest. When he looked at it carefully, he found a small house. Sometime later, he saw a person had gone out of that house. The person wore a blanket over his head and his hand was covered with gloves. Christy imagined that it was a ghost. Thus, he feared him and went to his mother immediately calling ‘Mom’. Mom replied ‘Christy what’s the matter?’. He told her about the small house and the person he had seen. ‘It will be a ghost, I think’ said Christy. But his mother admonished him saying ‘You are thinking, that all the people are ghost.’
That night, he imagined that the ghost would come to their house. He wrapped his blanket over his head and slept. After 3 hours, he had laid down his blanket. At that time, he thought he had seen a shadow of a ghost behind the curtain. He went to his mother quickly. ‘Mom, Mom – ghost, ghost-‘ said Christy. He took his mother to his room. However, at that time the shadow disappeared. Mom assured him that there was no ghost behind the curtain. ‘It was just your imagination’. She kissed him and said ‘Goodnight’.
Next morning his mother came to his room with a cup of tea. ‘Wake up Christy’ said Mom. He woke up with a large scream ‘ Don’t kill me’. It was only when his mother put some water on his face that he really woke up. He said that he had seen the Ghost trying to kill him in his dream. ‘Oh No’ said Mom. She took Christy out for a Cinema and after that they went to the small house at the backside of their house. There they found an ill – person sitting on a chair. Mom asked ‘ Did you come to our house yesterday’. ‘Yes, I was there for searching my pet. I missed it last night.’ said the ill-man. Christy rubbed his hair and said ‘I imagined you as a ghost yesterday night’. ‘What is your name?’ asked the ill-man. ‘Christy’ he replied. ‘I am not a ghost; I am a person suffering from illness. Don’t fear me’ he said. After sometime, talking to the ill man, they went back to their house.