We used to live in a small village where the literacy rate was very poor.We had a teacher who travelled all the way from neighbouring village to our village just to teach us.First he used to walk halfway then take a boat for other halfway.Everyone loved him.

One day when he was going home,like everyday he took a boat first and then walked to his home,while crossing the forest he thought someone was following him he looked behind but no one was there,he took a few steps forward and heard someone call his name and looked behind but no one was there his fear was heightened and he started shivering.He looked at his watch and it was 9 pm he thought of taking a bus till home but it was too late.He calmed himself and started walking then he heard footsteps following him he started running and the footsteps were coming closer and closer.It was an half hour run till home he didnt stop till he reached home.When he reached home he saw people gathered around his house and they stared at him as they saw him back home.His wife came running and asked him why he was so late as it was 3 am in the morning.Teacher was scared and confused and started thinking about what had happened.He took few days off from school.

After three day we got the news of his suicide.

Me and my 3 friends couldnt stop thinking about what had happened to him,he was our favourite and most loved teacher.We decided to communicate with him through ouija board.We did this in our class.Drapes closed,lights off,candle lit and hands held,the ouija session began.But it did not work nothing happened.

After a week one of our friend has a dream about his death.He saw that he was riding his bike to a friends house and was hit by a car and that he died on the spot.He was scared and called us to meet him.While our way there one of our other friend who was there at the ouija session died in the same way.After this we were scared to death and didnt step out of the house.

For few weeks there was no dream and our life was back to normal.We remaining three always lived in fear but we thought that everything was finished.We were driving out of the village and i was at the backseat.I decided to take a nap and then i had a dream that we were driving and a truck has hit the car and we three are dead.As soon as i opened my eyes I saw our car was speeding and there was a truck right in front of us.In a snap of second i opened the door and jumped out of the car.The same thing happened,the truck hit the car they died.I survived with minor injuries.I dont know for how long i will survive.

I AM FOURTH