Hana then sat on a wooden chair and had the shopkeeper sat in front of her. It was hot and only a slow moving fan was spraying its uselesss wind to the two people. 

"You want to know about a ghost story, milady?" the shopkeeper asked.

"Y-Yes..." stammered Hana.

Well, the below words were all what the shopkepper had told.

"It is such a rainy day and the clouds are all black in colour. There is no wind and I must walk on feet to go back home. With only my axe on the shoulder, I pass through many trees in the jungle and I also encounter many different creatures. The road which suppose to be my path is all wet by the pure rain water." said the shopkeeper and paused.