I coughed up some courage and screamed "Who's there? Is anyone there outside??" No response. Although the whimpers kept coming - the noise was as if someone is hurt and is suppressing cries of pain. I repeated myself in little louder voice this time, but to no avail. I am sure that our faces would have flushed of all its color by then - it was a jungle area with no network connectivity; we were not able to call out camp manager to check up on us!
The only option left for me now was to step outside and see what is the source of the voice? With shaking hands I zipped up the tent wall and stepped outside. There was no one around! Our other campmates appeared to be asleep peacefully. I looked all around the tent, but there was no sign of any living being.
There! The worse of my fear was taking up shape now! There isn't a sign of any living being around, but what about those who are not living?? I darted back in the tent as soon as this though cross my mind! "There's no one to be seen outside. We are in the middle of a jungle and scary things are said to live in jungles. I think there's a ghost!", I rambled before my friend.
Meanwhile the cries grew a little stronger - so much so that we could identify where exactly is it coming from. It was coming from below of the third and empty bed! We stood there like a stone. I am the most easily spooked person and my feeble little heart could not take a rendezvous with the dead. It felt as if every drop of blood in our veins had frozen.
"Let me throw some light at the bed", my friend said and reached out for a pocket torch (pro tip: always carry a pocket torch while camping - you might find innovative situations for using one, just like us!). She flashed torch light at the source of sound. And we found a set of eyes staring back at us!!
As the shock withered away the next moment, I noticed the queer figure of that creature. As soon as we were about to dash outside, the creature wagged it tail!
It was a dog!!
The poor dog must have slipped inside out tent owing to the biting cold outside and was probably wailing due to some discomfort or pain.
As we were now able to breath again, we decided to let the dog have out tents for the night. We then requested our camp manager to let us sleep in another unoccupied tent to which he readily agreed. The remaining night for sure wasn't the most peaceful one for us - but no complaints there, we had a good anecdote to tell!
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