The time is nearly 11:00 pm. Today, I was left in my hostel because all my friends went to “ Inn Daw Gyi Lake Pagoda Festival.” Before they went, I had been included in the trip plan. But there were too many people for the trip so I was left from the plan. Anyhow, now I’m in my hostel, drinking a bottle of beer, and browsing Facebook on my smartphone.

My Hostel is on the big ground area, nearly 250 square feet, and a big fence surrounds it. There are many big trees in the yard. When the wind blew strongly, the leaves make creaky sounds I heard that my hostel area, Tat Gone Qtr. Tat Gone Qtr., was a great cemetery three years ago. Nobody dares to pass the place former Kachin men have seen devils in this land at night. Some have enormous bodies, big red eyes, and long tongues. It is really scary.

Suddenly, Our city power was cut and everything went dark. At that time, I heard roaring of the street dogs and I smelled a putrefying smell. The hair on my skin bristled and I felt creepy, but I don’t know why. I know I’m not easy to scare; but this time, I acknowledged that I was really scared. Then I heard the sound of a girl. It sounded like crying. It seemed to be occurring in front of my hostel. I opened my phone torchlight and checked in front of my hostel.

I saw that a young pretty lady was crying. She was crying very sadly. I was struck by her sadness. I was sure that something was really wrong because the hostel was only for men and there are neither girls nor women here. My heart was beating faster and faster. I asked her nervously, “Who are you? And what do you want?”

She disappeared suddenly before my eyes. It was a fleeting moment. I felt very cold and extremely frightened now. Then, the girl reappeared and straddled my shoulders. She started squeezing my neck with her cold hands. I shouted, but my voice disappeared within my neck. I tried to fight her, but it was fruitless. I couldn’t stand and I was laying on the ground. I tried to call the 199 emergency police number, but my phone didn’t work. I realized that nobody could help me at that time. Was I going to die? I felt my neck being squeezed harder and harder. I was breathless. I couldn’t breathe normally. My fear was coming from inside of my soul. Suddenly, I remembered my religion and I made an incantation in my mind. The next thing I knew, I was falling into an endless hole.

When I woke up, the sun was shining on my head. I was in my bed and everything was fine. I was not sure whether I had nightmare. My mobile phone was on my bedside table. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw hand marks on my neck. Oh! It really, happened yesterday! I don’t want to tell any of my friends about this because they won’t believe me. They think this is all a ridiculous joke. But I’m certain that I will move to another hostel even if they try to prevent me.