A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 62 (jambu tree event part 1 )

Strange events happened to me when I accidentally remembered three future events, yes, IN THE FUTURE.

When I was nine years old, on the twentyth day of Ramadan, I fell from a height that left me unconscious and temporarily lost my memory. Not from a plane or a tall building, but from a guava tree that is no more than 7 meters high. As my memory recovered within three days, I recalled three events that I had never experienced at all. Instead, the event in the memory happened when I was already twenty years old.

Let me tell you.

In the afternoon leading up to an hour to break the fast, my friend and I climbed into a cermai tree that happened to be bearing fruit. When I was that age, I was a hobby of climbing trees. Even not infrequently on an ordinary day instead of Ramadan, I took my snacks up a tree and ate them up there.

As it was getting late in the afternoon, my parents told me to come down, but I ignored it. My friend came down and went home.

Anxious and worried because I had not yet come down, I was reminded by my great-grandfather. By the way the old man was a half shaman. Or a shaman disguised as a kiai? Ah, don't know. The point is he told me to come down, but from his words it sounded like he was swearing at me.

"It came down, cilaka siah ku sankala. Labuh, modar ngke. Down haburu!” (down you, wretched by dusk, loh. Falling down dead. Quick down!) My great-grandfather yelled behind the door of his reot house.

This time I heard and decided to come down from the tree. It's just that I didn't go home, but went back up into a different tree. To a guava tree that grows at the lower end (foot part) of the grave of my great-grandmother, his wife the shaman's grandfather. Coincidentally, my male cousin was up in the tree as well. So, you could say other children also like to climb trees.

Ah, yes, I remember when I was going up the guava tree I brought a toy from a red candle that I formed round like an apple. Then I showed the toy to my male cousin who had been on top for longer was playing with an old-fashioned Nokia phone with earphones clogging his ears. As can be guessed, he did not hear me, then without babibu again, I immediately climbed the tree, automatically stepped on the bottom of the grave of my late great-grandfather.

At the top, a few minutes I enjoyed my presence, saw the view from above, felt the afternoon breeze blow, the rustling sound of leaves blown by the air, but because over time I felt bored, I felt bored, I remember when two of my hands grabbed a very small branch, intending to hang while swinging and .. GEDEBUK!

I don't remember anything after that.

Suddenly I woke up in bed with wounds on my back and on my left side of the head, and it was already the twenty-first day of Ramadan.

My mind was really messed up back then, the crowd he said were visiting, but I didn't feel any pain. My brother gave the outer medicine in the form of ointment for him to use on my back, he said there were many wounds there, really I did not feel any pain at all.

Two days passed, people were talking about me again. My mother, she was infuriated by the guava tree that she thought was the cause of my accident, so she cut down the tree the day after I fell.

They told me everything. They say I fell right over my great-grandmother's grave, my head almost upon a large stone grave marker, but fortunately, it still missed and fell only on gravel and hard graveyard soil, but his wounds should not be underestimated.

I was told that things were very rough shortly after I was found to have fallen. My sister was screaming for help while holding my body drooping unconscious, my mother was in a state of confusion crying out to think I was. People came to wonder who the little boy who said fell from the guava tree at the time about to break his fast. People who used to take a beduk sign of breaking the fast, he even joined in swarming me and missed the break without hitting the beduk, finally people wonder why the breaking time today feels long. Blame the son of a bitch.

They also said that I was taken to my great-grandfather who had previously sworn me. The shaman's grandfather was winnowing and spouting water from his mouth right on my face. Ouihh! he said I was wretched because the jinn were idle in the afternoon before night or sankala.

Three days passed where my memory began to recover.

When things returned to normal I started fasting again because I felt healthy. Slowly I remembered why I had fallen, I remembered the toy from the red candle, I also remembered I had regained consciousness when people were swarming over me and I called my mother softly, I remember in my brother's arms on the motorcycle my eyes were open and I saw the blurred view of the night with the lights on the highway and the roar of vehicles, when I was in the clinic being treated by a doctor, I remembered everything.

I dreamt a lot after that.

One morning after taking a shower, I remembered something. I remember seeing a dead body of a fat woman floating in a swamp. His body grew bigger as it swelled in the water, and, I remember coming down into the swamp and smelling the stench of the carcass, I even remember some maggots from the carcass roaring my calf. Feels ticklish.

A few days later, while breaking my fast, two days before Lebaran, in my head I remembered something, I walked on a pile of corpses with bare feet. I could feel my feet stepping on the bones and blackened human flesh. It was a lot, really a pile of corpses.

Lastly, I remembered where I had entered a cave that flowed by a river. The cave was dark, cold and silent. I saw splashes of blood on some of the river stones I passed, as well as some of the flowing river water in red smelling of water. Just in that memory I was not alone, a man I did not recognize told me that a child had been killed in the cave.

I hesitated, having asked myself, is it true that the events in that memory I have actually witnessed during my lifetime? Dan, when exactly?

At that time I was too small to understand any of it, so I didn't take it seriously. I thought it was just a nightmare at night. I didn't tell anyone. I was doing my usual activities, playing, school, but for some time I didn't try to climb trees anymore. There was still a slight sense of trauma when looking at the tall tree.

Eleven years passed, exactly when I turned two heads. The incident of falling from the guava tree was always imagined until I grew up. I tried to forget it because I thought it was a shameful event, but the memory became clearer. At the age of ten to thirteen, it is not uncommon for friends to ridicule me because of the incident. Calling me the stubborn boy who fell from the tree overtook the grave. Sucks.

And, related to those strange memories, I was actually faced with a tough situation during the course of that year.

First, when I was returning from my work in a clothing store, I went home by public transport only to the village border gate, the rest of the walk far enough to get home. It was almost dark, and only a few street lights were already on. While walking down the road to the house, I saw a crowd of people on the edge of the lake.

Although I have to go home soon, but I wonder what happened there. Finally, I approached and infiltrated the crowd until a line of police on the edge of the lake stopped me. It was heard from boisterous people talking about something at the end of the lake, but it was unclear.

Some people with orange buoys were seen descending into the lake. I did not know what they were going to do to throw themselves into the lake. After a while they finally pulled something behind the grove of vines at the end of the lake. How surprised I was when some of the men pulled the corpse of a woman to the surface.

No, it's impossible. My eyes widened and did not blink looking at the corpse. The same body I remember after falling from the guava tree. Large-bodied women, the body has swelled, only not scavenged maggots, but small fish that eat the carcass of the woman. I don't know if he's a villager here or not. Judging from his condition as if he had been in the water for days. One eyeball was gone, either washed up in the water or swallowed by a larger fish. My stomach was nauseous at the time and I decided to go home soon.

A few days after the discovery of the woman's body, it was discovered from police that the woman was indeed not a resident of this village because there were no reports of missing persons so far. Her identity is difficult to know because her face has been destroyed, but after an autopsy, the poor woman suffered injuries due to a blunt impact visible from the fracture of her shoulder bone, which was then removed, his neck bone was declared broken allegedly due to a blow as well.

I'm not talking to anyone about what I've been through. I'm sure they'll be hard to believe. On the other hand, something seemed to prevent me from talking about those memories to others.