(Part 5)
I was woken up by the sound of alarm clock. I was inside a tent, stitched up on the head. There were some shadows on the tent due to sunrays, suggesting few people are there outside. There was some cotton with blood on it, a scissor and a water bowl; Probably to clean my wound. I then recalled the incident of last night, scared running from an unknown ghost and loosing consious by a forward strike with the tree. Now I was curious who are these people and what happened to those blood stained bodies. Just when I was about to shut the alarm, a beautiful woman showed up and asked me to stay down. I whispered to myself, "Probably she will answer all my queries".

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