S P S campus reeling under the shock waves of subsequent ghost attacks...

SPS campus was reeling under the shock waves of subsequent ghost attacks. Sources confirmed non-living entities frequenting  school premises a ta punctually half past one a.m causing panic in the dormetory, thus prompting the in-charge to launch a thorough investigation in and around the campus.

In human nature there is a strange fascination for mystery. Whenever we hear anything strange or weird, the temptation gets stronger in our mind to clean the cob-webs of mystery. But strangely enough most of the time we love to remain in the cocoons of mystery; as if being in mystery is an excitingly enjoyable state than getting out of all mystery and seeing things in the braod day light of knowledge and rationality. This is something like an insensible self-indulgence in the sinful pleasure of mystifying things, objects and phenomenon and willfully casting a perpetual dark shadow over it. May be this very seemingly strange unwillingness to unearth the mystery is the pivotal cause why we deliberately cling to the rumour, spice up the rumour and stretch  rumour to the point of absurdity. Strange are the ways of our thinking. If that time anybody gives us reasonable explanation, we not only get irritated but also blame the person for not taking up matter with due seriousness.This strange inclination to fantasize things tends us to love horror films with bated breath. Intellectually we all may know that all these stuffs are nothing but rubbish but unconsciously and driven by a strange instinct we provoke ourself to believe that such things do exist. Otherwise we could never be abe to enjoy those bone-chilling horror movies like Grudge or Exorcist.

In the past few days a ghost story has been well circulting from mouth to mouth of our SPS students. Though nobody has any first hand rxperience of encountering any sort of ghost, all are eager to prove supernatural existence in their dormetory. When some say that they heard errie voice of a girl singing melody in a muffled voice at midnight, others admit that  they used to see a balck cat coming out from behind the jungle facing window. When such circumsrtantial evidence merely prove to be nothing but childish nonsense, the eye witness given by night patrolling teachers and warden despite their thousand efforts are unable to convince and solace the students. Students are just not ready to accept the truth that there is no such thing like a ghost.