The dark night, accompanied by the sound of owls, made the atmosphere tense. The owl’s hoots echoed as I successfully leaped over a small ditch. I chuckled to myself. Did you think I’d be afraid of you, dear owl? You’re mistaken. I’m even scarier than the ghost itself. Fear is my close companion. It’s my weapon.
I kept walking, passing through bushes and crossing rice field embankments until I reached the paved road. I took the shortcut, a narrow path only used by those going to the fields or someone desperately needing to relieve themselves by the stream on the other side. I walked calmly, my bundle of tools ready for tonight’s work. I’ll surely succeed again. This village is quite deserted, especially at night, let alone on such a dark night. I kept walking. At the end of the road, I saw a rather large house with bright lights. I avoided the light as I made my way towards the wealthy widow’s house.
The wealthy widow who owned this house must be asleep by now. The lights inside the house were off. I slowed my pace. I observed the surroundings to ensure it was safe. As I got closer, I noticed that the lights in a room on the right side were still on. I hid behind the lush, dark foliage of a banyan tree. Is the widow still awake at this hour of the night? I felt anxious. Maybe I should wait for a few moments. Perhaps she’ll go to sleep soon. I climbed a banyan branch to peek into the room through the ventilation hole. The widow exited the room and headed towards the living room. The lights were on. But shortly after, the lights went out again. Even the front lights of the house went out. What’s going on with this person? I stayed still, monitoring the situation.