A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 48 (an orchid flower from an old banyan tree part 1 )

The old banyan tree had been standing for hundreds of years straight across the street from the office where I worked as a night watchman. Its large branches and lush leaves grow wide to shade part of the way from the lick of the sun during the day. According to the story of my parents who are natives of Pangkalpinang City, the banyan pohan has existed since Bangka Belitung was a residency in the Dutch colonial period. At that time, the resident was A. J. N. Engelenbergs.

According to the story from my parents' mouths too. In the past, the government agency office where I worked as a night watchman was the back square of the residence. Now the house has of course been renovated several times and changed the status of the mayor's office house.

According to the story from my parents' mouths too. In the past, the government agency office where I worked as a night watchman was the back square of the residence. Now the house has of course been renovated several times and changed the status of the mayor's office house.

When I first served as a night watchman, I often heard strange mystical stories about the old banyan tree. But all those stories are just I consider the past wind.

Once an angkringan meatballer whose stall was located not far from the tree told me. At that time I was hanging out in his stall to just drive away the boredom of being in the office. I also enjoy a bowl of meatballs to ward off hunger that attacks my abdominal cavity. At that time the night air was cold to crawl my skin, because from late afternoon until late last night heavy rain flushed the earth.

The meatball told me that he had seen a red-haired copper girl who looked like a Dutch girl sitting crying under the tree. While crying the girl covered her eyes with her hands on both knees, making it unclear the shape and appearance of her face.

The story of the meatballs was just that I replied in passing, “Ooooh..,” while putting the meatball pentol into my mouth. I don't take his words too seriously. Besides I'm not really interested in that kind of story, because I think that kind of story is only suitable to scare the kids from wandering around at night.

At other times, there was also a cleaning service officer who often swept the road in front of my office at dawn when he showed his face, telling me. He had seen a large pyton snake circling the tree from the root to the highest end of the tree. As with the story of the meatballs, the story of the broomsticker was only I answered in passing. I assume the story of the broomsticker was only to weaken my guts. He just wanted to scare me because I just worked as a night watchman there.

It has been ten years since I worked as a security officer in the city's government office. During that time also not once did the strange things I experienced with regards to the old banyan tree. Every time I go at night and come home before dawn, I pass by the old banyan tree. That also adds to my belief, that all the horror stories about the tree are just figments.

I tidied up the window curtain that was waving and tangled in the wind that slipped through the window gap that I accidentally opened a little. The sound of rain encroaching on the office roof rang out in my ear canal like the sound of a metal processing plant machine. I looked towards the office courtyard through the window opening which I opened slightly. Outside it looks very heavy rain hitting the surface of the earth along with its contents. A strong wind blew along the clear grains that crashed into the darkness of the night. Lightning snatched accompanied by thunderous thunderous sounds. The occasional flash of light illuminates the darkness of the night. The branches and the old banyan tree swayed to and fro, causing a crackling sound. The leaves were lush and partly yellowed, flying scattered and scattered over paved roads and in my office courtyard. I felt a rain shower smash through the window of the office and partially hit my face. Quickly I closed the window locking it tight.

I turned off the wifi because I was worried that the internet network would be affected by the terrible glitter of lightning. Though I was also busy watching action movie scenes from my laptop screen.

Suddenly from the direction of the old banyan tree came a voice, Bummm..!” The voice sounded loud, as loud as the sound of cannon fire on the battlefield. I peeked out from behind the window to see what was going on outside. My view I directed to three units of office service cars parked in the garage. I'm worried that something's going on with the property of the local government. All three cars are fine.

I looked towards the old banyan tree. Most of the large branches of the old banyan tree were broken and collapsed on the sidewalk. Fortunately the collapse is parallel to the body of the road, so it does not hit the building or fence that is nearby.

The dawn prayer rang from the loudspeakers installed in the minaret of the mosque in my city. I left the office because the hours of my duty as a night watchman were over. The cold air outside the office was piercing through the pores through my flesh and bones. My body feels shivering. I held my jacket button up to the base of my neck. I came home on my only motorcycle.

Last night's rain left plastic waste and leaves strewn over paved roads. Some cleaning heroes have begun to perform their duties to clean up the litter that is scattered. While the large branch of the collapsed old banyan tree was still lying in its place. There were no officers from the City Administration to finish it and cut the branches, probably because it was too early.

When the sun had begun to incise his smile on the virtualpada, I returned again to the place where the big branch of the old banyan tree that collapsed. The atmosphere of the road under the old banyan tree already seemed brighter than the previous days. With the collapse of one of the large branches of the tree, it could no longer hold back some of the sunlight that broke through. The branches and leafy leaves that collapsed branches, covering some of the sidewalk and the lips of the road. Fragile old branches and branches were scattered around the place. In that place there were already several officers from the Urban Administration and a tow truck unit and several senso machines. They had just made observations around the big broken branch, had not done anything to clear the big tree branch.