I was never scared with ghosts. But when I was in the remote village of Annakur in the Trichi district, I had a neighbor who would scare the living shit out of me. Not because he was dead, no. But because he was so grotesque that just looking at him would make a chill run down my spine. He had the eyes of a serial killer and the skin color of polished charcoal. His hairs were like knotted coconut timbre, his nose was like a half-bitten loaf of bread. His ears were exceptionally big compared to his face and would sometimes twitch when he laughed. His laugh, if that was called a laughter, was more a like a deliberate flash of his uneven and asymmetrical teeth. He was over six feet and four inches in height and was hunched from the weight of his over-sized head. His hands were longer than a normal person’s hand and would almost go up to his knees when he hung them by his side. It made him look like a gorilla – dark, extremely long arms, hairy, grinning and scary. His name was Illanaru