With the veil of,
darkness enveloping the,
village,
with the village,
falling into deep slumber,
with the ambience,
plunging into deadly silence,
with the owls hooting, bats flapping wings,
with eerie music of,
crickets engulfing the entire village,
it is the place where ghosts of,
departed souls,
irrespective of age and gender,
start roaming, dancing ,
and burst out into roars of laughter,
frightening the passers-by.
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