My trail of thoughts was broken when my little girl came crying to my seat.
I - "What's the matter princess?"
She - "Daddy, that boy sitting at the back of the bus says this jungle has ghosts. You said there is nothing like ghosts. He is scaring me and says there is a haunted house here.
I -" No dear, don't be afraid there are no ghosts or haunted houses. Forget it, he is lying, come here l will play with you.
I had to divert her attention from the thought and the window by my seat, as we passed that haunted house.