Arshi started to interrogate Shamsher. His forehead was sweating on the otherwise, cold land. His face might look suspicious, but he had a good heart, as told by Marco-despite not trusting him. She looked more of an intimidating officer than the innocent girl whom Shamsher consoled. He realized that whatever he feared was about to come true. Also, considering the situation, he was mentally prepared for what he could answer. Arshi, being a 'bad cop', was walking around whereas Samsher was sitting at the wooden seat, upset by the notion.

Arshi at the inside, was nervous but she had to sacrifice the betterment of the village. Otherwise, it would turn into a moment of disaster, or else a 'ghost-apocalypse'. However, she grabbed the opposite but emptied chair rudely and her sternness had overshadowed her stress. The clock was ticking and it was a dark cabin that both were having the moment of calamity.

"Mr. Shamsher, I think you're nervous, aren't you?" said Arshi with her intimidation.

"Well, madam, I understand your suspicion, but..." said Shamsher, interrupted by Arshi.

"You are not trusted. According to the ghost's riddle...Aargh...sounds too superstitious...But still, he said 'Eight men under a hangout place', do you know where it is?" asked Arshi.

"Ma'am, I don't know what are you talking about? But as far as I know, that hangout place has been burnt 40 years ago! It turned into an aban..." said Samsher but gulped his mouth.

"Spill it!" said Arshi.

"THAT ABANDONED RANCH...It's haunted and guarded by spirits!" screamed Shamsher while panicking upon.

"Spirits...huh? And the damp behind the ranch?" snapped Arshi.

"I don't know ma'am" said Samsher softly.

Samsher was petrified about something more than what was about to come. Perhaps, a maze would reveal it all. Now it's the moment of truth to be revealed. Perhaps, the territory wasn't limited to one side. Perhaps, there were so many sides of the scenario. Their conversations would be longer and there would be more to an eye.

On the other hand, Wahid softly patted Wilson on the head, as if he was a child, craving for love. He was weeping a bit happily, that Wahid had a bigger heart like his own father. For the first time, he doesn't have a wine bottle. He was trembling with as his mind, but Wahid's positive aura just calmed him down. The next thing that Wahid could do, would not be an easy move.

"Mr. Wilson, since when didn't you get the proper payment?" asked Wahid.

"Ten years, when the economy of Meghpur was crashed, since Khalil rose to be a governing figure. And Ronjon takes 'their' money for granted" said Wilson.

"Do you know, that he's not the same guy anymore?" asked Wahid

"I...don't know...did the ghost caught him?" trembled Wilson.

"That's not the only thing that happened, I think you know about the massive vanishing within women. Not everyone missing had been taken to an account, is it?" said Wahid, looking at the missing posters that had been surfaced on Meghpur.

"Yes, yes, sir!" said Wilson.

"By now, that's all" said Wahid, who was on the way to Ronjon and Shyamoli's house. Perhaps, what could he prepare, it may turn into something more than what it was. However it might be upto no good.

Then comes Marco, who took Ama Didi and Galel to Ama's house. It intensified the situation in such a manner that, it became an ambience of a family meeting. However, Marco was calm and understanding towards its merits. Ama Didi was jolly and Galel understood what's to come.

"So, Ayesha, what happened to the roadside restaurant after it burnt?" asked Marco.

"I told you, Secretary Sir, but what else do you want to know?" replied Ayesha.

"What has been replaced? And why the village became smaller than it was?" asked Marco.

"I remember it for being replaced by the ruins and a strange ranch, trembling around. But whatever I've heard, are the screams of women and newborn babes. It's awful! Awful indeed!" said Ayesha.

"Imam Sir, or should I call you, Galel? Though I knew, but I have to settle something out, according to the riddle, 'A book that's versed but could be reversed, and the darkness rise within the ground of madness', what it is?" asked Marco.

"That's the Holy Book of Muslims, Christians and Jews. But if it is one of them, it has been used as the means of black magic. It could be used by the enemies, some gravediggers or some unholy people. I won't say much more but it is a moment of sacrifice" said Galel.

"Who are those genies that have impersonated the dead, and harass their people?" asked Marco.

On the meantime, Arshi sat opposite Shamsher. She asked the same question as Marco did to Galel. But the answer that Shamsher would urge the consequences of his actions or perhaps, a misunderstanding.

"It's the Qarin Jinn, but the jinn category shifts time to time. I can't explain that better. I remember that a shaytin jinn can have all the negative requirements that this 'Qarin Jinn' have. However, I was the one who knew that this jinn would do some wonders that could heavily grab the impact upon it" said Shamsher.

"A very few people have noticed the 'MISSING POSTERS' that a lot of women were missing and some of them weren't getting into the account, agreeing with some who uses mobile phones. How do you react to that?" asked Arshi.

"It's been 30 years for heaven's sake! But as far as I know, I've also heard about the ranch. Rumors say that, even children-especially newborns-got their heads severed. But why is that so?" asked Shamsher.

"I'm sorry uncle Shamsher. I am bound to ask these questions" said Arshi.

Arshi was sad and upset, by asking those questions to the wrong person. It might be a terrible mistake but if the ghost didn't pressurize her that, would have been a different scenario. However, there were a lot of questions that have been left wondering around.

On that while, Wahid got into Ronjon's and Shyama's house. The couple welcomed him for tea. Then, they served him food in a friendly manner. After that, Ronjon and Shyama sat together in two different chairs, where Wahid sat at the opposite. His scar was hurting a bit but ignored by scratching the itch. Then, he realized that Ronjon might have recovered but partially lost his memory due to the ghostly incident.

"Well, Ronjon, when have you started to own the mill work?" asked Wahid.

"My father, the former patriarch Mr. Shameem and an ex secretary have formed the factory. It made rich furniture and somehow, we were known for that before becoming a spot for haunted places. Meghpur always used to love the Victorian Era for its aesthetic nature. But after the former secretary passed away, everything changed for worse. Anyway, I need to get there for farming, I mean feeding the cattle" said Ronjon, left at the scene.

Then Shyamoli solely was started to get interviewed by Wahid. On that moment, she was nervous but was quite excited for the 'interrogation'. Wahid's handsomeness did worn her out but she controlled herself to hold her loyalty and not an extramarital affair. She might be pretty but not so for Wahid. His glare just got into character.'

"Well Mrs. Shyamoli, would you kindly proceed?" said Wahid, clearing his throat.

"Ronjon might've been recovering from a partial memory loss, but he doesn't remember any corrupted ways that he made. Especially with the old drunkard, Wilson who saved his money to make him hope to get him out of retirement" said Shyamoli.

"Retirement?" asked Wahid.

"He was retired as the manager of the mill work, after Khalil's rise to power. Ronjon and Khalil have taken a lot of people's money to make a ranch and spend a lot of it, making wine yard to the elites who came across the nation" whispered Shyamoli.

"Doesn't that affect the people of Meghpur?" asked Wahid.

"It's not only the supernatural that not only the crops have been damaged, but the economy and education. Most of the people quit education on Meghpur, with the exception of few who graduated abroad or most probably, outside the valley. To be honest, I'm pretty much divisive with the paranormal issue but some are...too much. Even worse than farmer's suicide! If those farmers, including the secretary wouldn't have died, the valley would have been the safest place to live!" said Shyamoli.

"I think, that's enough for today. I need to go for another interview" said Wahid, leaving without taking tea or biscuits.

After he left, Ronjon was wearing an Arab loin cloth, bare naked. His childlike demeanor just made her smile, and laughed out loud "have you become horny?"

"More than you, I love you" replied Ronjon. He jumped and hugged her in a way to express their desires. At least, Shyama would get a taste of her own medicine. What a lovely weather for them...it was, at least, if she would have crossed the limits, Wahid would have run away, because he hadn't flirted any women for five years.

At the end, Arshi was about to finish her interview, but some of those answers given by Shamsher was too accurate for answering what she wanted. She also suspected the suspicious behavior, as his sweat of fear dissolves into insanity or kindness that's not overtly shown. It was still a one room drama that was happening since morning, then the afternoon passed. But clouds started to get dark.

"How do you know about the sacrifices?" asked Arshi.

"Graveyards might be a blessing but also a curse to some. However, I've seen some of these severed head in the beginning of my career. Though it was difficult to heal..." answered Shamsher.

"I think, I need to take you to a special custody. You are under our observation" said Arshi.

"You're mistaken me for a criminal, young lady!" yelled Shamsher with a deep voice.

"Don't worry, it's not jail. It's just an 'inside' thing" said Arshi.

She handcuffed him in front of the police team and announced that she would be taking care of him at the 'special custody'. Then, she diverted the officer to go to their duties and have raincoats. As soon as the officers left, she secretly took Shamsher to Ama Didi's house with Khalil's Royal Enfield Bike, and Samsher's black cloak was covered such as of a bigger sack. When they've entered, everyone, including Mr. Jabbar were surprised.

Meanwhile, Arshad with his cart-I mean Sundari The Bull-had roamed into the village. He announced with microphones, with the people afternoon, who were willing to listen. It was a moment of hope to come in the variety of love and amazement, that the valley had been a little light after 30 years. His energy and aura had mesmerized the villagers to anticipate what to listen. But the posters of the missing or dead women were hanging within. Some of them might be added for later.

'Dear Brothers and Sisters, Uncle and Aunties,

We are proudly having an announcement that, our village will get rid of the calamity after 30 years. You should be quarantined till the 31st of October, I know it's a ghostly night but you will have a newer kind of a festival that will fuck the ghosts forever... Pardon, you will make the ghosts ran away. If you want to celebrate, please do wear your amulets, so that the ghosts won't scare you. Thank you.

I repeat...31st of October'

The people were overjoyed to celebrate a 'no-war' kind of feast. Their amazement and excitement were overjoyed so much that, they felt that the culture will be back for good. The dark days of Meghpur was over but is it or not?