“I want to share a story I heard when I was around 11 years old.”
It’s 6 o’clock pm of October 31st. The night is still very early but really very dark. It’s the middle of the autumn season. The night is windy and autumn leaves are all over the place.
There is a 12-year old boy, 9th grade from Kowai Elementary School, dressed in his P.E. uniform, really tired from his sports fest practice. His shirt is dusty and brownish because of dirt. He is riding his bike and drives faster than the usual because the dark road scares him a lot. It will also take him 30 minutes of biking until he reaches home. But just for tonight; he decides to take the shortcut in the woods instead. There, it will only take him 10 minutes of biking. But that shortcut is really scary; there are no street lights at all along the road. Yet, he pushed through. The only light he has is the one attached in his bike.
The very moment he enters the shortcut, his bike’s light flashes to someone walking alone in the woods. It’s an old woman with long white hair, in a long, white, old but clean dress. The dress sways softly as the cool wind blows at it. The old woman tried to stop the boy to say something. Of course, the nice boy stopped and talked to the old woman although he’s scared and shaking.
“Please let me ride with you, this place is so dark and the walking makes me tired and thirsty”, the old woman said in a low husky voice.
So the boy let her ride with him at the back of his bike and started to drive.
While driving, he tried to look for the old woman behind him and check her out, but she’s no longer there. Even more scared, he drives even faster.
To his surprise, he saw the old woman just coming ahead and trying to stop him again. So he still stopped because of too much fear.
This time, the old woman’s dress turned brown and dirty and torn. She immediately rides on the boy’s bike, and then he started to drive, now, even much faster. While driving, he again tried to look for the old woman behind him to check her out, but then again, she’s not there, without any traces at all. The boy already wanted to cry. But then again, he sees the old woman just coming ahead, now much dirtier, muddy and bloody.
The boy can’t explain why he stopped again. So the old woman rides again at the back and now holding him really tight with her bloody arms. The boy almost peed in fear and could hardly start to pedal his bike.
Just before they started to move again, the old woman comes closer to the boy even hugging him tighter then whispers…
“Grandson, please drive slowly and safely. I fell twice off your bike because you drove so fast. I might not get up the next time around.”
A/N: I hope everyone has been amused.xxx
