Then, almost instantly one of those people turned his face straight towards the hole where the old man was peeping through and slowly but clearly replied: whhhhhhhy nooooooooooooot?r Whilst saying this his horrid mouth terrifyingly stretched longer reaching almost to his face Those strange people were actually the kamod ghost. My grand mom told me that the poor old man used to live in my own neighborhood. l therefore felt much closely connected to the story that I was growing up in the exact area where the kamod ghost would actually come out to hunt for fish at night. Even though I have never even seen the kamod ghost myself somehow l still strongly believe that they do really exist. Ultimately this story has become one true significant ghost story of my childhood. Even though I would hold persistent onto my own belief even if they are real or otherwise but fear for their survival because alarmingly true, fish really are becoming much rarer nowadays. ALEX FACE 2013