Bangchung |
There was a knock on the door followed by a voice. "Please open the door." "Who are you? Are you a man or a devil?" asked the merchant. "I am a man," came the reply. That went on three times and finally being convinced, and he opened the door for the stranger. The stranger was with a bunch of dried Khempa Shing (Artemisia) twigs and dropped them behind the door. He invited the stranger to have a seat and make himself warm. They spent some time chatting. The firewood which merchant had collected began to get exhausted. "What can we do if the ghost is with us right now?" the stranger asked. "Don't worry, I have a knife," the merchant replied, drawing his knife from the case. But he couldn't pull the knife. The merchant was terrified and began to get worried. It is said that the stranger snarled as and when the fire got deem. The merchant started to burn his bangchungs as the firewood got exhausted. He burned and burned, and it's already nearing 1:00 am1:00 am. The goitre began to grow in front of the stranger's neck and it was swelling. He went on burning his bangchungs which was almost finishing.
There was a river-washed smooth stone (Churel Dho/Gangkola in Kheng dialect) nearby the fireplace. He secretly picked it and with the mighty force, he hit the goitre. It burst and out came water which ceased the fire altogether. At the same time, the five sacks which were hanging from ceilings fell on the floor. The other devils were supposed to have dwelt in those sacks, made of leather. All of them together had eaten him within a few minutes.
The following day two merchants went to the mansion to meet their friend. Instead of their friend, they saw a handful of bones in the middle of the house on the floor. Two of them left the scene hurriedly and continued their trip.
There is a belief that one shouldn't take an oath, even if you are in dire need. The third merchant was greedy and promised that he could spend a night alone in that haunted mansion.
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