Mango Tree

My aunt told me this story. She lives in a village near Amritsar. Back in 1995. When my cousins were kids (Now they are adult) used to play in a garden full of mango tress. The trees were of all the villagers grown at a same place. Once during summers when the mango trees were full of ripped mangoes my cousins along with other kids went to collect the mangoes. There used to be a mango tree in the centre of the garden whose mangoes were sweetest but its keeper was a rude lady. She hated children. When any kid went near her tree, she beat them. She used to sit on her tree and watch children from there. One day she slipped from the tree and died breaking her rib-cage. After her death my aunt did not allow my cousins to go near the garden but my cousins wanted to eat tho mangoes from her tree so they decided to go there after sunfall. At 7pm when my aunt went to the neighbour's house, they escaped from their home and went to garden. They started collecting mangoes fallen from the very tree. Suddenly they heard a loud shout of a woman. They thought it was their mother's voice but when they turned back no one was there. They again started collecting mangoes. Again they heard a shout and watched above the branch of tree. To their horror it was the same woman who died few days ago. Her eyes were glowing with unearthly light and her legs were touching the ground while she was still sitting on the branch. My cousins fainted with fear. Next morning they were suffering from high fever. A villager found them unconscious and took them to my aunt. They told the whole story to my aunt. From then until today the rumor of mango tree witch haunts the village. No one dares to go in the garden after sunfall. When I heard this story I stopped going near mango trees for few weeks. I know that's funny.