The ghost again

It was disastrous day. Unfazed by the disasters we were returning. We paused on our path for we distinctly saw some strange dark object like a coat lying on our a path a few feet away. I reached the object somehow drawn by curiousity to examine it. Just before I reached it I was distracted for a moment as I looked to the side due to a scrapping noise. I turned back and the black object was gone! Where it lay I say some ungainly stains like smeared flesh or blood of a dead animal. I heard the scrapping noise again and there was just no sign of the black object that I had clearly seen.

ST had wished for me : “You will go up the mountain. On your way back as you are rushing back you will get stuck and will not be able to come down.”

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