Ratting Out the Ghosts: A Comedic Unmasking of Farmhouse Frights.

In the curious world of the supernatural, where eerie tales echo through the halls of hearsay, Colonel Gill found himself in a perplexing predicament – a farmhouse saga that started with ghostly knocks, terrified staff, and an unexpected twist that would make even the most stoic spirits chuckle.

Picture this: Col Gill’s farmhouse in District Hissar, Haryana (India) where, in his absence, farm labor played the role of caretakers. One fine day, I received a call from Col Gill, and what followed was a spectral symphony of bizarre noises. The staff reported mysterious knocking sounds, especially during the night, turning their peaceful abode into a haunted house – or so they thought.

Col Gill himself, in his quest for an undisturbed night’s sleep, encountered these peculiar noises. Doors rattling, knocks shifting from room to room – it was the ghostly house party nobody signed up for. The staff, probably thinking they were on the set of a Bollywood horror flick, couldn’t catch a wink, convinced that some mischievous spirit was their nocturnal companion.

Being the responsible and slightly spooked homeowner, Col Gill, like any good ghostbuster, decided to seek expert advice. Enter the Pandit, the mystical maestro of exorcism. The good Pandit confirmed the presence of a ghostly visitor – a young man who, apparently bored in the afterlife, enjoyed knocking on doors for some spectral amusement.

Undeterred, the team embarked on a quest, a paranormal escapade. There were stories, oh, so many stories – of shadowy figures, disturbed souls, and a farmworker who claimed to have seen the ghost of Rampiyari, the ethereal socialite. It was a script ready for the big screen, complete with ghostly shadows and suspenseful knocks.

But wait, the plot thickened! Despite the mystical rituals, mantras, and even the distribution of spiritual Halwa (the ghost’s favorite dessert, apparently), the knocks persisted. It was as if the ghostly entity had a sweet tooth that no earthly treat could satisfy.

Now, enter Colonel Gill, the fearless leader, ready to debunk the supernatural mysteries. Armed with determination and a flashlight, the Colonel and his brave team scoured the farmhouse. Lo and behold! Behind the staircase leading to the rooftop, they discovered the epicenter of the ghostly shenanigans – a metal box, hiding a secret as scandalous as any ghost story could be.

And what was the big reveal? Drumroll, please. A rat! Yes, a rat, enticed by the promise of a grainy feast, had found itself in a situation much like a rodent-themed escape room. Unable to execute a grand exit, our furry friend resorted to knocking, creating a symphony of thuds that rivaled any paranormal orchestra.

The ghost was unmasked, or rather, de-ratted. The box, now starring in its own “Ratatouille” sequel, was transported to an open space. The lid was lifted, and our plump rodent actor made a grand exit, presumably with a triumphant whisker flick.

In the end, what seemed like a ghost story straight out of Bollywood turned out to be a rodent comedy – a tale of knocks, fears, and the hilariously unexpected. The moral of the story? Sometimes, the ghosts in our lives are just oversized rats looking for a grainy good time.

Guchi.