When I play football, it gets almost dark on the way home. The way home is so lonely that anyone would be afraid to cross the road alone. Crematorium on the side of the road, where Hindus burn their bodies. It started to rain before returning home a few days ago, didn't want to get wet in the rain so took a position next to a house. It was almost dark when the rain stopped. There was no one around, I had to go home alone. After walking for a while, I saw an old man who knew me. He said, "Be careful, the path is not the same as before." I told him, "Don't worry, uncle. I'm watching." After walking some distance, I realized that I had been talking to a dead man for so long. Because he died in a road accident a few days ago. Looking back, he is no longer on the way. I was scared. #Fiction_story 🐸 #Own_Photo