Real Ghost

One night my mother was cooking cakes named 'Sara Pitha'. It was midnight. There was complete silence all around. Our kitchen was made of straw roof. By the chula-( local name) there was a window. Suddenly there was a loud sound on the roof. After sometime a hand with much white hair was kept in front of my mother through the window. As mother was very much brave, she was not afraid. The ghost was continuously asking for cakes. Mother understood that it was a bad ghost. So she put a cooking tool into the stove. It was speaking through the nose. Mother was waiting for the cooking tool being more hot. At one stage mother kept the cooking tool on its hand and it started shouting loudly. A few minutes later there was no sound. After the night mother saw a black crow lying on the ground in front of the kitchen. Actually, it was a ghost.