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Sometimes we think it's good to believe in spirituality. But when it turns into an extreme level?

Hasneet was returning home from the rail station. The train was late and it was too much for their sub-urban area. The weather was very hot. When he was going through the local cemetery ground, felt uneasy. He was a very weak hearted person. Even he didn't enjoy horror films or scary stories.

He heard previously that the cemetery is a holy place. Yet he used to avoid this place even in the day time. Now he had to use that way because there was no other choice. The cemetery grounds are lying both side of the road. There is no wall between them. People uses this way everyday. But it was too late at night to get a man. Hasneet became frightened in that lonely place. He started to recite prayers from the Holy book, whatever he was taught. 

When in the middle of the way, he saw a man was sitting on a grave stone and fanning himself with an old hand fan. Hasneet felt some courage inside him. His prayer saved him. At least he was not completely alone there. He went to that man and said, " Hi ! How are you?"

The man replied, "Oh ! I am fine." He continued fanning himself.

Hasneet stopped there to gather enough courage to walk alone the rest way. He asked, "The weather is very hot. Isn't it?" A dry conversation.

The man replied, "Yes. Though not much hot here, but the heat is unbearable inside the grave."

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Most beautiful sound on this earth is the sound of a child's laughing. But when it turns awful one?

Suzy was not like Hasneet. She was a brave girl. She is 20 now and she lives with her parents. Her elder brother is married and he has two children, the elder is a boy and he is 3 years now, an the younger girl is only one year. Both of them are very sweet. Suzy loves them very much.

When they shifted in a new house, far away from the busy city, she was happy. Because she likes quiet places.

It was a winter night. Suzy was sleeping on her bed. Suddenly she woke up with a sound of laughing. It was loud. She understood that her nephew was playing with her in the middle of the night in the dark room. She also laughed with him. 

But, when her sleepy brain became fully conscious, she felt that it was not her nephew's voice at all. She became more surprised when her memory told that she was all alone at home that night. Her parents, brother, sister-in-law went to a marriage ceremony of their old neighbour at the city. She didn't go because she didn't like them. She stayed at home all alone because she was brave hearted.

Now she still was hearing the sound of a child's laughing in the darkness of the room. The main entrance of the house was locked, and the door of her room was also locked. The keys was on her bedside table. She switch the bed lamp, but it didn't work. The sound was increasing louder and louder every minute.

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Offspring is most valuable to a man in this earth. But when it turns into an extreme confusion?

Mr. Smith lives with his 7 years old son Peter, in his apartment. His wife gave him divorce two years ago. He didn't married again. He is a physics professor in a college. At the morning he drops his son at his school and goes to his college, and when he returns home, picks his son from school. A maid servant maintains all their house hold works, and when Peter stays at home at day time, she looks after him. After cooking dinner she returns home.

Mr. Smith teaches his son at home. His thoughts are scientific and logical. He nurtures his son in his own way. But Peter likes to read fairy tales, scary stories. Mr. Smith don't protest it. Because Peter is a little boy and he don't want to be rude to him. But he tries to make his son's thoughts logical.

One night Mr. Smith woke up when he heard Peter's scream out of fear. He left his bed and went to Peter's room. He put on the light of that room. Peter was sitting on the bed trembling in fear. 

"What happened?" Mr. Smith asked him in a soft voice.

"Daddy, There is some one under my bed." Peter replied with utter anxiety.

Mr. Smith smiled. He tried to ease his trembling son, "There is nobody in this house instead of us. You may had a nightmare. It's the effect of those ghost stories you read."

"No daddy, there is surely somebody under my bed. I can't sleep here alone."

Mr. Smith understood that he need to show his son the reality. It was impossible for anybody's existence under his bed. So he sat on his knees and lifted the long bed-cover. He saw Peter was sitting there, trembling out of fear. When he saw Mr. Smith, he said weeping, "Daddy, there is some one on my bed. I can't stay alone in this room."

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