1001 Horror Stories

The Little River in the Rubber Garden

This is a true story that I experienced in November 2015. I come from Palembang city, but at that time I was on vacation to the area, precisely the area where my parents' rubber garden. I went with 1 friend and we slept in the cottage with 1 gardener. Because of the situation that can not be done by 1 person, I finally helped even though only a little. I know in our garden when it was first opened a lot of strange events, understand still the jungle!

But I don't know that until now it has continued. But I am sure everyone who does a job at that location will still be surprised no more than 1 time by him. When I started working and I took part to harvest the land by the river. I always felt like he was watching me and the cold was unusual.

That day my friend and the manager of the garden paid for shopping for the tree. Yes because the shopping center is close only takes about 10 minutes. I think 6 o'clock by 7pm they're home by now. Because they left at 5 p.m. At night they did not come, and the rain began to fall. Readers must know their own atmosphere in the rain in the middle of the forest only accompanied by 3 lighting tools from the fire.

At that time I remember when I participated 3 times planting the body and 2 times complaining about it. Even I looked at the photos while the corpse was wrapped in a shroud. But a little fear doesn't haunt me. At 9 pm the rain began to subside and was still spatter. I don't know why my heart beats while talking in my heart. (He will definitely come here for my acquaintance with some unusual things).

My hair stood in unison with fear raging in my mind. I read something that I used to drive the creature away. Apparently he's angry! The wind instantly blew fiercely and the 2 fire lights went off, only the one beside me was still alive. Surprisingly the lamp had a long axis and the oil was still plentiful. I turned it on over and over again, not so much anymore. I knew the longer he got closer, and I saw that he was right over my head.

Because I can't fight it with a weak tone I call my friend and I tell him to go home quickly. When they came home, we burned the lights and went live. How quaint! I feel very angry at the gardener. It turns out that he was cool watching in the village and my friend in the house he lived somewhere for various reasons. I found out all this time if the manager himself was never in the garden except morning until afternoon.

**SAI**