To start with I live in India, and to tell you the truth india is a country surrounded by mystery and superstition. The origin of indian civilization dates back to ten thousand years!!!
Now, not to waste anymore time giving the description of my country let us start with the the story that I am gonna tell you today.

Both of my parents are struggling medical practitioners with both of them having seperate clinics both quite far from each other, so you may get the idea that how busy my family is . My parents appointed a driver to for school convenience and also if I had to go to my friends. To be honest I think it is a pretty lame idea as I really don't need a car to go to my friends. But as my school is eleven kilometers from my home it my impossible for me to just walk to school(unless I found out I was Hermes son ).

Okay then back to the subject, the man my parents appointed is a man who is nearing his forties but it seemed to my that he was atleast sixty years old. That man had an appearance of a typical Indian sweated out worker. His name his Umesh. He used to be a truck driver so he had a little knowledge about how to drive a car. The caused a lot of accidents in the starting but with a little training he even outclassed.my dad in driving cars.

He was quite the shy one in the beginning. It was quite difficult to spark a conversation with him. It took about a month to get comfortable with each other. Later I realized that he was man having the knowledge of tales and gossips that one won't find in the urban world.

One day I asked him that if he believed i the supernatural or if anything eerie has happened to him. He hesitated at first, looked around in discomfort and he told me that these kind of incidents often happen to
Truck driver and also to people that are involved in other transport services., He also added that he had listened to better stories but the one the was going to tell was original and this incident had occurred to himself.
He started the story by saying that it was a hot and humid summer night. He had just dilevered his goods to the dockyard and his truck was being unloaded, in the meantime the ate at a roadside restaurant  (called dabbha in hindi) and laid down on the ground to take a nap.
The area near the dockyard was noisy but moments after he lay down on the ground everything became unnaturally silent. At first my driver didn't mind as he thought that he had drifted off to sleep, but then he felt an chilly air surrounding him, to withstand the cold he put a blanket on him, after that everything when black...
Umesh felt presence of someone else orher than him in his mind. He felt that the thing was fighting to cease the reign of control over Umesh's body. Umesh was struggling hard for the control over his body but he was being pushed back hard. They fought with each other to gain control. During the fight Umesh came to know that what he was fighting with was a sprite of a decreased who is unwilling to leave the mortal world.

The fight when on with the sprite having the upper hand. Umesh was starting to lose hope when he got an amazing idea. He began to recite the 'Hanuman Chalisa' ( a sacred prayer to lord Hanuman that is believed to ward off evil sprites). The prayer gradually began to show it's effect.
The sprite backed away and slowly it fladed away into nothing. Umesh woke up with a start. He realised that he was 20 feet away from where he laid down to sleep,his temples were throbbing. Also he saw ashes and skulls lying there, his blanket was folded as it had never been touched . Umesh realised  that he had been sleeping near a 'Shamshan Ghat'( Hindu counterpart of a graveyard where corpses are burnt instead of being burried). Realising this he quickly fleed from that place. At this point my stop came and I began to pack my things to get out of the car. As I was existing from the car he mentioned that " I still think that sprite is around me i feel it sometime and I felt it's presence as i was telling this story to you', I didn't mind as I thought that he was joking but I am also getting an eerie feeling writing this story....
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