The Power of Folklore

In Andaman, it was believed by everyone that when we take a big enough hold to construct something, the evil souls buried there are released. My mom used to tell me stories about how men in vehicles would slowly follow children going home after school. Coming back to 2011, knowing all these stories of our past, our whole family knew something evil was in the tower. But whether what my cousin saw was just hallucination due to the bright lights of the generator room or something truly evil only got news. We conducted poojas around that tower and for a whole year my cousins never went to that area even in bright daylight. And my coward ass doesn't even pass by there till this date