Once upon a time, above a village, not so far away, lived a ghost with just one head.

His body being invisible, he looked like a floating head with a chicken comb.

His five pointers on the comb helped him navigate and fly. He went to villages after villages scaring all the villagers. They were so scared that some ran left, some to the right, some behind and some ahead.

They would all end up in different villages after a haunted night by the floating head.

Now one villager got so tired of this because he had to run away five times in a row, and he was exhausted because of the continuous running he did to escape from the ghost.

He said, “I had enough of this ghost.”

“We all have.” Said the villagers.

“I am going to take that head down.”

The villagers were happy that somebody finally stood up against the head. They encouraged him. They gave him swords, fishing rods, shields and a book about ghosts.

The next time, when the ghost came, the villager was ready with his weapons. He got control of the comb with his fishing rod and with the shield smacked his head, and the ghost flew off far away, all wounded. It fell into a deep, deep forest.

The villager got rid of the ghost and all the people of the village rejoiced and danced.

In the deep forest laid a wounded ghost, who got up and never understood why he was attacked.

His heart sang the saddest song.

‘Why do they hate me,

What’s wrong with me. I am not mean , vicious, or scary. Not even tiny bit hairy.

I am just unique. There is nothing wrong with me.

There is nothing wrong with me. I am just unique.

I bet if I look like them, they will welcome me in.’

Then he thought of a plan.

He broke some rocks with his laser eyes and found some gold. He covered his invisible body with some clothes.

He made a beautiful hat and hid his comb. Now he looked like the smartest chap who had a mission, a mansion, and a land of his own.

He filled his suitcase with some gold and went into the village.

He said, “I heard you scared away a no-good ghost.”

The villagers said “yes.”

“Ah, then I would like to stay here and take some rest.”

Every day he made great deals, got richer and richer and continued to live in there.

He thought it’s been six months now, and I have made friends with each one of them in the village.

May be its time I reveal my true identity. So, he called in the villagers and said,

“I was hiding beneath these golden clothes “and he took it off in a flash.

The villagers screamed, got out their swords, knives, and fishing rods.

Stop. What’s wrong with me now.

You know I am not scary or mean.

If the rich can be here. And the poor can be here. If he can be here and she can be here. Why not me?

I am just unique , there is nothing wrong with me.

Everyone realized what he said was true. They put down their weapons and their cold hearts and welcomed him in.

But one wise one said.” Others will have the same reactions as we did, so we need to hide you beneath those golden clothes again.”

He did what was told but never thought it was right. But went along and after some time it was alright.

But once in a while he likes to come out. He likes it because that’s what he truly is.

A ghost with one head.