It was around 12:30 at night. On an old rural road—so deserted that even cats or dogs wouldn’t dare cross it after sunset—a bizarre sight was seen.
An old clay stove was burning, and sitting in front of it was a terrifying-looking ghost woman. She wore a dirty old saree. But the strangest part? She was cooking spicy chicken curry!
In one hand, she stirred the chicken in the pan, and in the other, she held a long selfie stick. Attached to it was an old Android phone (probably stolen from a passerby). She muttered to herself—
— “Give me a little smile… show the left-side tooth… yes, yes… now click!”
Immediately, a strong spicy smell spread.
The ghost woman sniffed and said—
— “Oops! Did I use too much chili?”
Just then, a man was walking by. Hearing her laugh, he paused. At first, he thought some housewife was enjoying a picnic. But as soon as he looked into her eyes, fear gripped his chest.
— “Gh… gh… ghost!!”
The ghost woman lowered the pan and said—
— “Oh brother! I’m learning TikTok filters. I want to go viral. The title will be—‘Ghost Cooks Spicy Chicken’!”
The man fled in terror. The ghost shouted behind him—
— “Why are people so scared? It’s not like I’ll fry you like my chicken!”
Meanwhile, the fire from the stove burned one corner of her saree. She jumped and screamed—
— “Mother! Even as a ghost, fire still burns! Oh cruel world!”
A cat passed by. The ghost looked and said—
— “Come here kitty, have some spicy chicken. There’s garlic paste too! Let’s take a selfie for my story.”
Then…
On one side, the ghost woman was checking her burned saree corner, and suddenly, a chubby man came running—towel around his waist, torch in hand, face full of worry.
Panting, he said—
— “Ah-ha! I knew you’d be here! You left home angrily to cook here? When did you make this stove in the dark?”
The ghost tilted her head and asked—
— “Who are you?”
The man squinted and said—
— “Just three hours ago, you slapped me calling me a cheat, and now you ask who I am? Wife, stop being angry and come home. Mom’s waiting for dinner!”
Saying that, he grabbed her hand and pulled. The ghost looked shocked and said—
— “Hey fool! I’m not your wife! I’m a selfie-loving ghost!”
Still clueless, the man said—
— “Cut the act, Moyna! That gap in your teeth and the mole under your right eye—it’s totally you! Stop this drama!”
The ghost then picked up the pan lid and replied—
— “Listen man, my tooth gap lets air pass, and I’m not your wife… I’m the terrifying Haha Ghost Woman!”
The man asked—
— “If you’re such a ghost, why are you cooking? Do ghosts eat spicy chicken?”
The ghost replied—
— “Just because I’m dead, doesn’t mean I eat raw. Even ghosts get gastric these days. Without spice, my chest burns!”
The man chuckled—
— “Still, you’ve cooked well. Let me taste some.”
Before she could stop him, he scooped a bite and shouted—
— “Oh no! So spicy! Are you trying to kill me?!”
The ghost burst out laughing—
— “I didn’t mean to feed you. I was just clicking pictures! Planning to upload as my profile picture.”
The man asked—
— “Wait, how are you so techy as a ghost? How do you use data? Where do you insert the SIM? How do you pay for mobile internet?”
The ghost replied seriously—
— “I use free old WiFi. Wherever there’s free WiFi, there’s me.”
The man widened his eyes—
— “If you want, you can marry me. My wife left in anger and hasn’t returned. If you stay, I won’t need to cook anymore.”
The ghost said—
— “If I marry you, I’ll have to serve rice daily and never make TikToks again! I won’t ruin my afterlife like that!”
Suddenly, the man jumped in pain—
— “Ouch! Is this stove leaking gas? Hot oil just spilled on me!”
The ghost replied—
— “That’s not gas, it’s ghost breath!”
Now truly scared, the man grabbed the phone in one hand and the curry pot in another and ran.
From behind, the ghost yelled—
— “Hey! Leave my phone! Put down my pan! And don’t forget the selfie stick cap!”
While running, the man shouted—
— “Even if you’re not my wife, you’re scolding me like one! Ghosts and wives are truly the same in one thing—nagging!”