Ghost On The Bike

I am going to narrate a real incident that I saw really in my life.

When I was a child of ten years old, my father went to Chennai on deputation, my mom my two brothers and I were in the house before he left for Chennai, and he parked his T.V.S Champ in my bedroom which is next to the parking cellar. The day he left, in the middle of the night, I was awake, when opened my eyes, saw a huge monkey-like figure sitting on it, its legs were turned back, put its hands on the handles, looking at this figure I was horrified, couldn't speak a word. Chanted the prayer in my mind and after five minutes, it disappeared. 

In the morning when I told my mother, brothers, and friends, they said "You weave stories so well". 

I was really sad, nobody believed my words. 

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The next day I refused to sleep in my bedroom, and my mother suggested I put the holy books in the vehicle. And did not find it whenever I put holy books on them.

After my father returned, I fought with him not to keep that vehicle in my room. But he never listened to me.

The only solution I found to avoid that huge figure is to put the holy books on it