The children had already done their work on Meera. They were eagerly waiting to hear her scream. The three mischievous kids were sitting in the living hall pretending to check the results of the exams they had been given, but all three of them kept staring toward Meera’s room as if something extremely interesting was happening there. The sparkle of excitement in their eyes was clearly visible.

But then they realized a lot of time had already passed, yet no screaming sound had come from Meera’s room. What exactly happened? Did Meera not use the glue mixed shampoo? Or did she not use the hair dryer? All three exchanged confused glances as if silently asking each other whether they had messed up the plan because of which that witch aunt had still not started screaming like a ghost.