My aunt was a feisty woman, the diva of her town, hilarious and level-headed. When I was a young boy of six years old, she would often tell me stories before bed.
One night, bored with simple tales of kings and queens, I asked her to come up with something unique. She knew without some new story I wouldn’t go to sleep, but she warned me her it might give me nightmares.
This is the story she told:
“The incident happened years ago when I was a little girl,” my aunt said.
“One full moon night, four young boys decided to go see a late-night show called Sholay. After the show, the group decided to take a cab home, but they looked for a while to no avail. It was getting very late, and they were very tired.

A cold breeze, cold enough to run shivers down anyone’s spine, blew that night and the full moon enhanced the feeling of eeriness, but nothing could scare...