It's been 100 years of our death and again we are celebrating our big grandma's birthday. Unlike any of other's birthday our big grandma's birthday - she is 1000 yrs of old now and she is beautiful - is always a grand celebration. Ghosts are invited from different graveyards. Some of them are celebrities (they look so beautiful and attractive even after death). Last time we ended up inviting the Aliens, they look worst. They scared the hell out of us. So, this time only Earthiens. But some of them are still missing, maybe they are on their way or they are like me. Well, this time I am not feeling like much into this birthday. Same human flesh, blood shakes with pinch of hair ashes. This time the bakery chef made the cake of crushed skelton of thoses spirits who died. How can this possible (death of a ghost), it sounds mysterious but the topic is not my cup of tea. I am bored of this same party again and again and I have a plan to escape. I managed to convince my little brother, he is younger and that's the plus point. He is ready to come with me and in return I am going to do his assignments of bone cooking class. (But where are we eluding to). It's a Puppet show. (IN CAPTION) A famous magician is coming in next town and this time he is here with magic puppet show which is something different , but it's only one night tour. So we are escaping from back side of the door, faking ourselves to mom and dad being sleepy. Well the party will be not at all boisterous (nobody likes big grandma, she thinks she is very smart and can rule the ghosts of 21st century like her 11th century. But everybody respects her because she once ate her husband because he disobeyed her. ((I mean who does that! )), So, we do whatever she likes, no one dare to go against her.) And my brother, he believes whatever I tell him. (we both died together so, he thinks that I died because he was dying so that he will be not alone after death.) It's dark and we board on the night traveler sleeper bus. So, its our stoppage. Waooo! Look at the crowd. Different types of ghosts gathered to see that magician. I am seeing many of those kinds for the first time. They say that the magician is 700 years old. We got seat on the third row. I am excited and my bother, he is more excited than me but because of our deal. Here he comes, the stage is dazzling with lights. And some of lights passing thorough the body of many of us. It's the first time we are having view like this since our death, it's beautiful. He is going to show the magic through his puppets (he formed those puppets through his magic). "Today my puppets will tell the future of ghosts," he said, he is saying like yelling. But why is he yelling when the crowd is silent. "He must have been habituated because of the stage shows he did" whispered my brother. The two ladies sitting at the row next to us are very happy more than any other ghosts. When I noticed, oh! they are aunt Mona and Aunt Lisa. "They were invited in the birthday, weren't they?" asked my brother.
