The Drunken Ghost of Doramba

I am not sure if I can find out any stories about this area, but I have one from my village, Indra said.

My Grandmother grew up in a village called Dorumba in the District of Ramechap. It was a small village with only a few houses, quite a long way from the road.

When she was young, they were haunted by a Ghost. Each evening the Ghost would come and knock on the door and demand alcohol. It wasn't aggressive or malicious or did anything bad, it just wanted to drink roxy. It would sit by the fire and drink until the fire went out and the night went cold.

Each time the Ghost would look slightly different, It might be a little bit taller one day, then another it might have a bit more hair, and a third it might be a lot younger.

It was said that the Ghost was a spirit of an old man who used to drink in the village. One day, he was staggering home drunk and fell down a hole and was never seen again.

My Grandmas parents were scared of the Ghost but didn't want to offend it. So they kept serving it every evening,

However, one evening, the mother came up to the Ghost wringing her hands, 'We have run out of Roxy' She said.

'But don't worry! There is a house up on the hill that has plenty to drink'. She took the Ghost outside, and pointed at the ridge. A light was glimmering up there.

'Ok ok, I will go up there' the Ghost grumbled, and set off.

'Follow that twinkling light. Don't stop till you get there,' the Mother said. 'And don't try and come back down, there are all sorts of holes where you might fall in and never come back'!

But there wasn't a house up there at all! My grandmothers mother had cleverly taken the Ghost outside just as the North Star was rising over the horizon. The twinkling light was the star which he could never reach and would never come back.