Kishan Lal was walking along the small lane that led to his small farm house in Kar Ghav village, some four miles away from his home town. He was a farmer in one of the interior and remote villages of Orissa in India and he had taken the venture at almost near midnight because there was an urgent need of some pesticides for the next day’s farming at his paddy field. Actually he wanted to avoid the night trip because the whole stretch was deserted and covered with pitch darkness without any lights. He moved along the narrow mud path with the help of shining stars and the half moon above in the sky. He was wearing his dhoti and kept his head covered with a towel like a turban.

Suddenly he started remembering the ghost stories he had heard since childhood and he hurriedly tried to shift his mind away from these thoughts but he could not. Many of the ghost stories he had heard actually related to some dead persons visiting back to the material world. In some stories, they were huge and giant sized ghosts who would emit fire through their mouths and some people even told him about ghosts that had human forms and the only clue to identify them was that their feet never touched the ground. Almost all the ghosts would haunt humans and seemed to have an imminent liking to punish or kill the human beings. His memories of ghosts made him perspire profusely and he started walking faster which almost looked like he was running.

When the panic struck Kishan Lal was just about to reach his farm house, he saw someone, a lean figure, coming towards him. It looked like that the person was hovering above the ground. He knew what he saw was a greenish silky ghost and its face had one eye and a very big black mouth with no teeth. It had no hands but a single lean leg. Its foot was not touching the ground and it moved as if it was floating. As the ghost neared Kishan lal, he shouted ‘ghost’ with all his might and dropped down dead as a result of a massive cardiac arrest.

Within few minutes, a few yards away a small space ship zipped up in the sky like a bullet from a shot gun emitting very low red fire without any audible sound. The Martian looked like a green ghost lying immobile and dead near the body of Kishan Lal. The remote monitoring system inside the space shuttle from Mars vaporized the Martian who reached the ‘end status’ by shock. The complex machines inside the space shuttle from Mars could register the mental recording of the dead green Martian, a lone astronaut in the fleet log. The log if translated in to English would read as below.

“Ho…I expected some friendly good looking living things in this expedition on this planet. But what I encountered was a fearsome looking ghost… It had lot of holes in the face and two enclosures hanging at sides and two long body parts below the body. The subject moved touching the earth forcibly and it emitted a noise that I could not bear. Never seen anything horrible like…this…..oh my…”