I am sitting on the roof at night writing.

It is open all around. But there is a tin shed on top. There is nothing there except a fan, a light and a chair and a table.

It is quite late as I write. Suddenly I look towards the south and see how different that direction looks today.

There were a few wild trees in that direction. They have been cut down and have become empty. Through that gap, the distant sky is visible. There is a silvery moonlight.

On the left side is the bamboo garden of the east. It is called. It is quite large and completely deserted. In the middle of it is a huge gab tree. It is said that a ghost lives in it!

No one goes there during the day! And at night! It is scary to look at that direction at night. It seems like a ghost has fallen into my eyes!

Their eyes are red and bulging with tears as they stare at me! Just look at those eyes! You will become theirs! They will drag you and kill you in the garden!

This is a very old saying. I have been hearing it from my grandmother. Fear is so strong in my mind.

Meanwhile, I am inclined to write. The beauty of seeing the enchanting beauty of the forest at night in Joshona is different. The resources for writing with two pens are available there. I am holding back the temptation to see it, only because it is in the east direction!

Putting all those thoughts out of my mind, I am writing again with my head down! Suddenly, I saw a tip of a bamboo tree swaying from the east to the south!

No. I will not look! That tip of the bamboo in the east direction! Yet my eyes seem to want to go in that direction!

I looked in that direction without realizing it!

No! There is nothing! The tip of the bamboo is just swaying in the wind. I do not feel afraid. It is quite nice to see the dance of the bamboo trees at night in Joshona.

Now I am looking at it with all my heart! I see that tip of the bamboo is trying to run towards me! Now I jump and run towards me a little, and I see what it is!

There was a white cloth hanging from the tip of the bamboo! Where did the cloth come from? Take a good look!

At first I couldn't place it properly. When my eyes were able to see in the dark,

I saw someone sitting on the tip of the bamboo! Sitting with his legs spread out beautifully and holding the bamboo tree with both hands! That cloth was the hem of his clothes! It was swinging like that in the wind!

I immediately screamed. Who was on the tip of the bamboo? Who was there!

My body instantly went cold at the thought! All my hair stood up like thorns. I was frozen like stone.

How could a person do such a thing!

I don't remember anything else after that. I saw myself lying on the bed in the room. I screamed, "Who?" So when they heard that, they went to the roof and saw me standing there muttering. They caught me and laid me on the bed.

From then on, I won't go to the roof to write at night. This time, if I find myself alone at night, I might break my neck!