Ram took the little basket of cakes and started back for home. It was night already. It was a full-moon light.

Ram was walking through the forest. He remembered what Mohan had said about the ghost. He tried to forget it. `I must not think of any ghost,’ he said to himself.

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Ram quickened his steps. In the silence of the night, he could hear little sound in the forest. He saw strange shadow dancing in front of him.

Suddenly a white shape appeared from behind the dark trees. Ram started to run.

`Stop!’ cried the ghost, `or I will kill you’.

Ram stopped and looked at the ghost.

The ghost had a shinning green face. It was dressed in white.

But how to strange! The ghost was very small in size.

`Ha! Ha!’ laughed highly the ghost.

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Ram saw that there was only one tooth in hole of the ghost’s mouth.

Suddenly became brave. He shouted. `how dare you stop me?’ who are you?’

`Do not you know me?’ said the ghost. `I think you know me quite well.’

`Get out of my way’ shouted Ram.

   He dropped the basket of cakes on the ground, and hit the ghost on the nose

Ram was going to hit again, but the ghost cried in pain: `Stop Ram! It is only me.’

The white cloth fell to the ground.

` Oh! Mohan! So you were the ghost!’ said Ram.

`Yes, look here!’ said Mohan.

He took the green paper off his torch. Then he rubbed the charcoal black off his teeth.

`What a dirty joke!’ Ram said. `I have dropped those cakes. Granny had sent them for you.’

`Ohm, I am sorry,’ said Mohan. `I only wanted to see how brave you are. Look, how badly you have hit me!’

They looked at each other and laughed.

“Come on,’ Ram said, `we are so late. Mother will be angry.’

And together they ran home.