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2) same friend. it was during aidiladha. his house was celebrating the day with a korban that time. it was a big thing, so you get the usual tents and all.

now rather than digging a hole for the blood to collect and be buried later, his dad, quite the laid back and easy going individual, thought it was a smarter move to let the blood flow through the outside drain and washed it off with water.

the day was over, so it was clean up time. the chairs were all stacked up and put just outside the kitchen near the drain. it was around nine at the time, and the amah was busy washing the dishes, when she dropped one and screamed, running out of the kitchen to the living room where everyone else was.

apparently, from the kitchen window, she saw a figure in white rags, sitting on one of the chair stacks. "her" long hair blocked her face as she stared at the drain, clearly still smelling of fresh blood.