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True Sarawak Ghost Stories

Ghost Story from the Land of the Head Hunters

Forbidden Love Story

Published by Borneo under on 2:45 PM

This story happen long time ago. But I still remember it vividly as it just like yesterday. It happened in a school and it stayed in the school, and that it end in the school. It was 1970s. A school in rural area. By that time, student are quite big and mature, not like student nowadays. We got 20 years old or older student in the school during that time.And so the story started as a love story. A forbidden love story to be more precise. A school girl falling in love with her teacher, and a teacher who accepted her love, of course for his own agenda. The relationship was kept a secret and so it seemed. They would met up every twice a week. For this was the time most the students went back to their village for their weekend. Only a few stayed back perhaps. And it was during this time that they would spent times together, intimately.

As times goes by, the curse of love had finally gotten her soul, just as most woman do. Women had always love foolishly, thinking every good love should be repay by pure love. I guess that’s a curse every women bear throughout every generation. Man will always be boys.

The girls was hoping a future from him, a family, a life. But on one summer, he told her he would be back from west Malaysia after the holiday and brought her back to a land where the sun sets at the horizon of the golden padi field. But he was never back. The girl waited with hope, but soon what hope its seemed, become anxiety, and anxiety become disappointment which at last gave birth to sadness and emptiness. A promised of hope became a betrayal of life.

She was so depressed that she hung herself at the tree behind the toilet. By the time they found her, she was dead for three days. I still remember how her body dangling under the tree, swinging back and forth. How the wind blew her long hair unveiling her eyes which bulge out, with tongue coming out of her mouth. I guess when u hanged yourself, your tongue became a few inch longer than you normally do when you stick them out of your lips. How her hair dancing with the summer wind exposing her blackened face and purple tongue. Have u ever saw someone who died hanging herself. I doubt any of you does. The face was horrible yet you can see sadness in it. That’s the worst part I guess. How weird it is when you can see her loneliness and emptiness through her eyes even though they bulge out. As it liked looking at someone who wanted to die but later regret it but then again had no courage to continue to live. Her body was removed and a post mortem showed that she was pregnant for three months.

Ever since that day, during some of the night when the moon shone most brightly, the children often heard someone crying bitterly. It wasn’t the sound of a woman crying, but the sound of a baby. Sometimes it cried for a brief moment and vanished, on some other night the crying was there for a long time. It’s like hearing a baby who cried looking for its mother, sometimes like a baby cried suffering from illness which had no peace. Each time the cried would came from the tree behind the toilet and traveled a far around the school. The cried was of course disturbing, and there’s no peace among the student who slept on the dorm.

It was the mother who made the decision to end her life. Not the baby. When the mother died, the baby had to died also. It wasn’t a peaceful death for the baby nor it’s a fair game for the baby. The baby’s spirit lingered on, searching for its mother. It cried because of loneliness without a mother, it cried searching for his mother but in the same time it cried of anger and sadness for the mother had killed him, it cried because of pain for his spirit has no peace.

A decision was made among the villagers, the tree was to be cut down. A wood cutter was summoned to cut the tree and so the tree was cut. The crying stop. But ever since that day, the wood cutter became a hermit. What had gotten into him, nobody dared said so, some said he’s been curse by the haunted tree, some said he suffered mental illness.

As times goes by, what it seems to be a sad story became a legend, and legend became a myth………………..

Contributed by: Ghost

1 comments:

Anonymous said... @ April 13, 2013 at 12:45 AM

usually when my friends told ne abt their school dark secrets... it always involvong baby's crying.. accordg to their xplaination was that the babyl was blve to be the soul of the embryo and fetus inside the jar on their lab.

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