A while ago, when I was living in Kolkata, there was story about a haunted house going on around. It was rather an old shed in the corner of our playground. Everyone called it a haunted house. The story behind it was that once a boy named Nitish was playing in the playground and the ball he was playing with got thrown into the shed. He went inside to pick the ball but never came back. My friends used to frequently visit the shed to explore but I didn’t dare to. I still wonder about the shed and miss all those funny days!

Thanusha Y., X, KV NAD, Visakhapatnam