There was once a slave-girl named Reile in Hangrum, and one feast-day one of
the dekachangs made a song on her name, as if she were a mithan for
sacrifice. Having made the song, they killed her or she died, I do not
know which, and they buried her.

In the morning the earth over the grave was all burst open, because Katsingpeo had come and taken her
away, but Hangrum did not know that. Her great friend went with a party
to the bazaar by the old road going over Mahadeo hill. When she came
near the hill she suddenly had a very bad colic, and said to the others
that she could not go on, she must lie down and rest. When she was
asleep Reile appeared and talked with her. Reile was wearing a necklace
of serow horns. When she had talked with her friend she went away, and
it is so long ago nobody knows what they said. By this it was known that
Katsingpeo had taken her for his wife. After that anyone from Hangrum
who went near the hill was taken ill and died, and so they were afraid
and pretended they came from other villages when they went that way.
There is a pool near the hill, and formerly those who were unfortunate
saw Reile there, bathing and washing clothes soiled by menstruation, so
that the water was all red. Her hair was very long, they say, and tied
on her neck like a Naga woman’s, and anyone unlucky enough to see her
was sure to be taken ill before he got home. Those who were lucky did
not see her.

~Ursula Graham’s Collection