"Khabardar's new wife, no matter what happens, don't forget to look under the bed if there is a storm! Do you understand?? ?Wh... Wh... Why? What's under the bed?" The old woman's face instantly turned pale at this question. Drops of sweat accumulate on the forehead. He gulped down a mouthful of terror and uttered a single word in a trembling voice. "Jhumni." What is Jhumni? Why do people in a small town tremble with fear when they hear this one name? Why during the storm comes from every house in the city the sound of girls and women rhyming in the same tune? Why are dusty people during storms?