It Happened

It was then that we saw them; the two ghosts or souls. The boy was dangling and swaying to and fro from the very branch we expected. We could see clearly now as we were only ten metres away. The girl was standing under the tree and looking at the hanging figure. She was sobbing and wiping her eyes.
The priest at the bottom of the staircase stood up and was totally transfixed. I for one was unable to speak. I watched everything as if I was a part of the plot. The other four buddies were huddled together at the top of the staircase shivering and whimpering like lost puppies. They must also have seen the two figures. They could not move or run away. I was the only one who got up and stood beside the priest. We stood and stared in silence.
The breeze had turned into a wind. The branches swayed in time with the figure of the boy still dangling by the rope around his neck. Leaves rustkled and flew around the tree. The girl stood up and turned. Her movements were slow and light as if in a dance. Her tears were rolling down her cheeks and her hands were outstretched. Her gestures were of begging and her facial features were genuinely sad and sorrowful.
The wind that was gathering speed together with the thunder and lightning was so powerful. These elements were working in union as if they were against the two souls that were about to be united.

Who is that? The Ghost?

A short breeze started to blow. It did not produce any effect. We were still sweating. Leaves on the tree began to rustle and the dried leaves on the ground began to scatter about. The speed of the breeze began to build up. From experience we knew that a storm was brewing. We were in total darkness now as the moon was slowly being blocked by dark clouds.
We could only depend on the flicker of light from the houses a few hundred metres away. This gave us some guidance and direction.
The five of us suddenly screamed our hearts out because out of nowhere something or someone appeared beside us. Se sensed it because of the heavy breathing suddenly bearing on us. Our hearts must have stopped beating at that very moment.
We turned slowly because we did not dare to see what it was. We were about to run away when a pair of hands blocked and stopped us.
In a whisper, the voice said, "No, no. Don't go. Don't be afraid. It's me."
From the tone of the voice, we concluded he was the priest whom we had been waiting for. We began to calm down. We had no time to ask him how he had appeared out of nowhere because there was a drizzle.
Quickly, we made our way to the abandoned house. We had no choice because we did not want to be caught in the rain that was sure to follow.
The six of us moved slowly with the priest leading the way. He seemed confident and not the least scared. The five of us sat on the same staircase and waited. Surprisingly, the clouds parted a little.

We saw something...what

It was then that we saw something or someone, at first faintly and then quite distinctly. We wanted to scream but we could not. We seemed to have been rooted to the spot speechless.
The figure moved slowly from behind the house towards the tree. If only the clouds had move away to allow more light to seep through, we could see clearly who the person was.
Then it disappeared behind the tree. Our fear kept us rooted. Even Ravi was unable to move. He was shivering and Guna quickly held him close to his side. Our eyes were all peering directly at one direction; the tamarind tree.
In most horror films, at the least unexpected moment, something would spring out to scare the wits out of the audience. Then everyone would scream their heads off. None happened here. Not a thing.
In my mind a thousand questions and possibilities kept churning. Maybe we had been fooled. Who was the person behind the tree? What was happening? Why didn't the ghost or ghosts appear? Should we go home? Should we wait? My mind was numb; totally confused.
I could bet the other buddies of mine shared the same feeling. They must have been waiting to run away and be safe in their houses; in the warm beds rather than standing and expecting the worst.

Hesitation

Ravi, the youngest said softly, "I'm not so sure now. Can I go home? I'm really afraid."
Thaila interrupted, "Ravi, be brave. If we haven't harmed them, we will be safe."
Gopal whispered, "Right, be brave. I don't know what to expect but stay together."
Guna added, "I'm scared too but if we are helping someone, it has to be good. So I'm staying put."
Well, four to one was the verdict. Furthermore, Ravi could not possibly go back alone in the dark without company. We all stood silently and waited for the unexpected.
An owl hooted far away and then stopped. Then it was all quiet again. What a strange night! Dogs would usually be barking furiously as some of the residents nearby kept them. Even the insects were exceptionally quiet. The distant clanking and hooting of the midnight train jolted us.

Going to The Tamarind Tree

I signaled to Gopal to wait. After a few minutes, my grandmother went to bed and I was relieved. I quickly switched off the lights and bolted the front door before leaving.
Only then did I notice that the rest of the gang had already assembled under the tree in front of my house. Quickly we started our journey. It was not a very long walk. After about ten minutes, we reached our destination. It was the tamarind tree that we had been to in the afternoon. Nothing had changed except for light from the moon.

In the light of the moon, the place was even more eerie. The shadow cast under the tree was dark and formed strange shadows. The only brightness were streaks from the moon through the branches. The air was so still and silent that we could hear our own breathing. We were perspiring profusely both because of the still and stuffy air and the fear that was building up. We kept silent all the way and looked suspiciously and expecting at any moment to see what we were to encounter.
We did not dare go near the tree in front of us. We stood a few metres away and waited. We did not know what to expect; to see or to hear. All the five pairs of eyes were wide opened. Our hearts were beating in rhythm. Our ears were cocked.

The agonosing wait

That night the dinner was really tasteless; not that my mother's cooking was bad but the thought of the encounter that was to happen spoiled my appetite. My mother noticed the sudden change. I did not really ate but nibbled at the food and all the time my mind was far away.
I waited after dinner. As the minutes ticked away, I became more restless. My beating of my heart increased. My palms became sweaty and my mind was numb. I could not concentrate on my reading. I did not know what I was reading. I just sat with my book in my hands and staring at the pages as if they were windows outside. My eyes did not blink; not even once.
After a very long time, I was suddenly awoken from my trance. I heard a low whistle coming from somewhere outside. It was not the owl; for it did not sound at all like an owl. It could not have been a bird. Birds would have been fast asleep by now.
I walked to the window and peeped through it. Gopal stood under the tree. He waved at me. Only then did I realized that it was the hour; the appointed time. It was confirmed by the struck of the old grandfather clock in the house. It was eleven o'clock.
By then my parents had retired to their room. My brother and sisters were already fast asleep. Only my grandmother was doing some sewing. I waited for her to sleep too. It was agonizing.

Go home and get ready

After about ten minutes, his eyes opened and he regained consciousness. Then he got up and sat up facing us again.
In a slow and solemn voice, he said, "Yes, I will help you. We have a mission to carry out tonight. What a pitiful pair!"
He added, "I will see you under the tamarind tree at midnight, tonight."
So saying, he left and we went home full of hope. We were excited at the event that was to happen tonight but at the same time we were a little scared at the expectation of seeing the ghosts. We exchanged glances and smiles as we went our way home. We were smiling because we knew that half the battle ha\d been won. At the back of our minds, we knew that thee was a bigger and more frightening encounter that was to take place soon.
We promised to meet in front of my house at eleven and go to the tamarind tree. Finally we left.