The moon shone in the lonely sky, the ground below was pitch dark. Branches of trees swayed wildly in the midnight wind. Suddenly two pinholes of yellow light came slowly into focus, enlarging bit by bit revealing two headlights of a speeding car. Such was the atmosphere on that winter night when we were traveling just after a burial of my father's friend.The ghats of Raigad along with this kind of weather proved a perfect setting for a ghost story, my sister said. My entire family was switching on and off through bouts of sleepiness. Suddenly, the car hit something and we all jumped. The wind coming through the windows became more intense. Also a loud howl from the jungle gave us the creeps. As we sat huddled together, we passed a dry waterfall, when I thought I saw something move towards the car. Suddenly the driver screeched to a halt. All at once a hand banged the window, we all screamed. It turned out to be a weeping old woman with her hair all over her face. She asked us for a lift to the next small village .Though initially declining, we finally took her in. My mother asked her what she was doing at this hour in such a lonely place. She said that she was going to get medicine for her ill grandson. We all felt sorry for her and my mother began to ask her other questions. As I looked into her face through her curtain of hair, I noticed something strange...HER EYES WERE MISSING!!! I felt a chill run down my spine. Suddenly my eyes fell on the side mirror and my mouth went dry. Everybody's reflection could be seen in that except the woman's. I ordered the driver to halt at once and ordered the woman to get down. She began to plead, while my mother began to scold me.Then thankfully my father noticed my behavior and asked the lady to go. No sooner had she stepped out when my father locked the car doors and windows.The driver was asked to speed away quickly.