The fog was densely covering over Koh Thom district in a morning. I was walking along a track with corn and wheat fields at both sides. There were few houses blending with the nature of the rural life which looked great for the eyes. I had spent some long time walking along that track, but I still had not seen any people, except few houses that sometimes seemed to appear and sometimes not.
I was at the ground floor of a quiet ancient building. There was a pond which looked like it had been abandoned because there was no sign of fish in the water. I walked on a small wooden bridge, crossing to the other side. When I passed the bridge, I heard a noise of fish leaping. Then I looked back and saw the fish were gathering to eat their food. I looked around to see if anyone was feeding the fish but saw only a can of grain left on the bridge. I started to feel frighten by this incidence, but tried to ignored and turned back to the door.
The curiosity could not keep me to not looking at the pond again. And this time I got something even more unusual – there was no can and fish leaping anymore. I started rushing toward the door and when I was about to pull it, it was then opened itself. I startled and failed over, expecting it was sure a ghost appearing in front of me.
Incredibly, it was a beautiful girl who opened the door, laughing with the other three girls standing behind. “Who are you? Why are you coming here?” she asked me in a way that she was not afraid of me being a thief but rather a victim.
Having almost been startled to death, I spent a bit so long to be able to answer her with my body still shaking, “I don’t know why I am here. I was walking on a track, and then somehow I got in here. I saw only this door which I expected to find a way out.”
“Why mom and sister keep playing around?” a girl standing behind whispered to the other, but I was able to hear. “Come with me, please. I lead you out,” she said. As I was walking with them, a little girl kept laughing from inside a room nearby.
We then reached the front door, and suddenly there was a noise of an explosion. I looked out and saw a car was in fire, and there were two bodies near a big tree: one was a child and the other was a lady with her head detached. Seeing this terrible image, I could not bear anymore and supposed the girls must be very shock. I turned to them and surprisingly found that they were not frightened at all.
She took out her necklace and gave me, “Please wear this necklace and keep walking ahead. You will see a track you were walking, and you can go back home. Remember! Don’t walk in this area again.” I thanked them, wore her gift and said goodbye. I turned back and saw no exploded car or bodies.
“I have a necklace. You can’t scare me!” I mumbled and started to walk very fast. At one point, my hand was hold from behind, “Can you take me out with you? I like to play with you,” a little girl spoke to me and giggled. “Like to play with me? I just see you this time. Oh, I won’t come back here again, so who will take you back if you go with me?”
“Honey, let him go. You played too much today,” a woman called her daughter from behind, under the big tree which I saw an accident. “Oh, your mom is calling. Go to her. Don’t come with me, clever girl,” I told the child and managed to go on my way.
Before long, I realised that the clothes the little girl and her mom wore were identical to the bodies’ clothes at the accident. I then looked back again but they had vanished. Fearing, I ran with all of my energy through the bamboo forest until reaching the upper track I had been walking on earlier. Stepping again on the track, I felt safe and started to slow down in order to save some energy.
An old man was cycling pass by and called out to me, “Hey boy, how dared you go there? I saw you were walking along with a girl and a woman. I tried to call you but you didn’t hear me.” “No, I was just walking alone, grandpa.” I answered the old man, but still took some times to recall. Then I exclaimed, “Oh no, I met the ghost! I even talked with them!”
Right after I finished my exclamation, a big wind blew over the area, causing dust to whirl and bamboo trees to swing. A woman laughed and roared from top of the swinging bamboo trees, “Hahaha, who said I am not a ghost?” “Oh yes, that is the voice of that woman, grandpa!” I cried out at the pitiful shaky, pale old man.
The old man started to kick off his bicycle again and again but he kept missing the treadle. In the desperate situation, I just wanted to run for my life, leaving alone the old man; but I then put all of what I had to push his bicycle as hard as I could against the whirling wind….
