A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 63 (jambu tree events part 2 )

Not until there, the discovery of another corpse I witnessed three months later. When I was working on my college assignment, maybe around 1 am, suddenly the sound of an explosion sounded from far away. It obviously surprised me. But I didn't really care, after all, I was wearing earphones that clogged my ears, enjoying my favorite music.

It was only in the morning at 5, that there was news that there was a fire in a house in my village but in a different RT. If not, RT 09. At first I did not want to go there, but after the dawn prayer my mother invited me to see the scene, I finally hurriedly put on a stretchy cardigan hanging from the door and set off just on foot with my mother.

Arriving at the scene, crowds swarmed. Firefighters tried to extinguish the red man, but they had trouble entering the house because the fire was so big, they only warned if any surviving victims were trapped inside the house, but there was never a word of mouth or a cry for help. Reportedly the house is inhabited by a family that is quite a lot and has been 4 hours of fire has not been extinguished, the water source used is also almost exhausted.

Thankfully, no one thought it was raining so hard. So heavy that no more than half an hour of fire was extinguished in its entirety. The house that has been charred leaves only the walls that come blackened.

As the security guards immediately entered the house, while walking through the existing space, they gasped to see something in one of the charred rooms of the house.

Since me and a few of the previous residents had deliberately approached the house, I saw it as well, and people were just as shocked. But something happened to me, my heart was pounding, my mind was in a fog. I asked my mother to return home, but she refused. So I decided to go alone.

At home I felt cold sweat start pouring out, but I could still do something about it. I hurriedly entered my room even reflexively slammed the door of the room when intending to close it. I laid my body on the bed though it was unceasingly shaking, slowly I calmed myself down until a while back in control. But my mind is still floating. I thought back to that event.

In the house that had just been engulfed in the fire, I saw something that the firefighters found. Just like what I had in my memory when I was nine, one of the odd memories after I fell from a guava tree.

Pile a corpse that only leaves bones and a little blackened meat found in the house. I don't know why it could be like that, I mean, bodies piled up during a fire. What could be that they killed themselves by blowing up a whole house and letting their bodies burn by piling up like that, sounds absurd.

After a few days, there was bird news that the police had made the case public. They said that the pile of bodies was a family of residents, consisting of husband and wife, mother-in-law, and family, and their five greatest children were twenty-two years old and the youngest twelve.

The bodies that were immediately examined by forensic experts were declared victims of premeditated murder. There were a few corpses that were on both hands and feet tied to ropes that only burned slightly. Others left ashes but it can be known that it was something that previously tied their hands and feet as well. On the body of the man who is believed to be the head of the family in the house there is a bullet in the skull part of the temple of the eye. Fortunately, a shell that did not burn fire was found not far from the pile of bodies. The perpetrator is unknown to date.

Some residents believe that the person who killed the entire family was the father himself, or the head of the family in the burning house. They thought it possible after tying up everyone in the house and killing them somehow, then their bodies were piled up. Then after burning down the house he threw himself among the dead body and fired a bullet into his own head.

Cuneiform!

Why did people think that far? But, what they said was quite reasonable because the position of the body of the head of the family man was in the top pile.

After the two events that had always been related to the corpse, both my birth and inner condition changed over time. I still feel more hesitant to be afraid to tell my experience to my family. And, I began to worry excessively about one thing, if two of those memories had already happened, then the last memory might be met and re-shake my situation.

After months of change, I arrived at the last memory, and please forgive me before.

It was rainy season in November. I walked heavily down the river far from my village, deep in the woods. The sound of a wobble when my boat stepped on the water pooled in the basin of the ground. My hands swayed limply, letting the sharp objects in my hands collide with the rocks in the river and making them clink whenever the two collided.

That last memory happened. Just a moment ago, in a dark cave never touched by another human being, I saw a splash of blood on every wall of the cave, on the river stones, he said, and the other blood still dripping on the body of a little girl's corpse that was now flowing along with the stream. Make the color of the river turn partially red.

I wondered where a man I didn't know was in my memory. I was alone there, alone with that little girl when I was alive.

Now with the contents of my head that felt like it wanted to explode, I tried to continue every step of my way to get home and be able to rest. I was really tired at the time. My body, as well as my mind, it felt like I wanted to hit this head and stop all the noises inside.

For a moment I stopped my feet. I sat on a rock big enough to clean the blood stains on my clothes, I washed my hands with blood that was almost dry, sticky. Not forgetting the blood attached to the machete that I had been holding.

Even though I had finished cleaning myself, it felt like my body was still dirty, my mind was still defiled and I thought, it would forever be smudged, it would always be.

I wiped away the tears that suddenly dripped without me telling. I felt a groan, a bitter screech down there, regret for the inability to act, but the whispers in my head said otherwise, just satisfied.

I re-enforce my body and set foot and step out of the forest towards my destination, home. I intentionally left that machete in the middle of the forest before.

When I got home, my mom was in the kitchen cooking. He asked me where I had been all day, I just lied to him. My mother didn't know that I had just come home to play with my sister. Mom really didn't realize her youngest daughter wasn't around, probably because my sister was used to coming home late afternoon from play.

When it gets dark, then the whole house starts to bicker with each other for neglect to watch over the smallest family member. Panicked mother called the parents of my sister's friends, father had long gone out looking for his beloved son, my brother down the village on his motorcycle, all hoping to find the missing child.

While I was, just daydreaming looking out the window in my room. Pretend to call njai teacher and my sister's school teacher. I would like to announce that the youngest daughter in this house is no longer there. If you don't believe, just look at the river.