A man always wanted to confront some supernatural souls. He had heard of bhoots and zinns. Once he went to a kabrastan at the darkness of midnight to meet any bhoot.
He roamed all around and didn’t find anyone. He laughed at himself and thought that he was always afraid of bhoots in vain.
He came to the entrance of kabrastan, a man, perhaps a chowkidar, was sitting on a small wall.
The man laughed and said," bhaisaab ! I was always afraid of coming to Kabrastan since my childhood, only today I came to know that there is nothing like bhoot aur zinn"
The man sitting on small wall said," How do I know ? I died two hundred years ago"
