Monday, school season start on third week after Mid Year examination.
"hhhmm. Seems to rains today, should i setup this?" i asked the state to complain.
At the corner of the stage i am bear in mind something i never forget while on the job setup the PA system.
while waiting principal arrive. I took the opportunity to take a break.suddenly, Fitri greeting me from behind
"hey friend,can i join you? if you don't mind,can you share me a story?"
i replied "yeah,why not? im so tired waiting the principal. Want you hear about the incident that has left a deep impression on me?
"yeah,I don’t mind.so what the incident?” fitri replied interested.
without wasting a precious time, I’m starting my story while checking the PA system.
without wasting a precious time, I’m starting my story while checking the PA system.
On 13 June I have spend my time with my family on a trip to Terengganu. And live at rental home, between my rental house, there was a story about the old storage. The old storage sheds along the tracks were abandoned shortly after the rail was built, and it wasn't long before the poor folk of the area moved in. The sheds provided shelter of a sort although the winter wind still pierced through every crevice, and the small fireplaces that the poor constructed did little to keep the cold at bay.
A gentle, kindly woman named Maisarah lived alone in one of the smaller sheds. She had fallen on hard times, and with no family to protect her, she was forced to find work where she could and take whatever shelter was available to someone with little money. Maisarah never had enough to eat and in winter her tiny fire barely kept her alive during the cold months. Still, she kept her spirits up and tried to help other folks when they took sick or needed food, sometimes going without herself so that another could eat.
One cold evening in late autumn, Maisarah sat shivering over her fire, drinking broth out of a wooden bowl, when a spark flew from the fire and lit her skirts on fire. Intent on filling her aching stomach, Maisarah did not notice her flaming clothes until the fire had burnt through the heavy wool of her skirt and began to scorch her skin. Leaping up in terror, Maisarah threw her broth over the licking flames but the fluid did nothing to douse the fire. In terror, Maisarah fled from the shack and ran along the tracks, screaming for help as the flames engulfed her body.
The station was not far away, and instinctively Maisarah made for it, hoping to find someone to aid her. Within moments, her body was a glowing inferno and maisarah was overwhelmed by pain. Her screams grew more horrible as her steps slowed. She staggered blindly onto the tracks just west of the station, a ball of fire that barely looked human. In her agony, she did not see the glowing headlight of the train rounding the curve, or hear the screech of the breaks as the engineer spotted her fire-eaten figure and tried to stop. A moment later, her terrible screams broke off as the train mowed her down.
Alerted by the whistle, the crew from the station came running as the engineer halted the train and ran back down the tracks toward poor dead Jenny, who was still burning. The men doused the fire and carried her body back to the station. She was given a pauper's funeral and buried in an unmarked grave in the local churchyard. Within a few days, another poverty-stricken family had moved into her shack, and Maisarah was forgotten.
Forgotten that is, until a month later when a train rounding the bend west of the station was confronted by a screaming ball of fire. Too late to stop, the engineer plowed over the glowing figure before he could bring the train to a screeching halt. Leaping from the engine, he ran back down the tracks to search for a mangled, burning body, but there was nothing there. Shaken, he brought his train into the station and reported the incident to the stationmaster. After hearing his tale, the stationmaster remembered poor, dead Maisarah and realized that her ghost had returned to haunt the tracks where she had died.
To this day, the phantom of Screaming Maisarah still appears on the tracks on the anniversary of the day she died. Many an engineer has rounded the curve just west of the station and found himself face to face with the burning ghost of Screaming Maisarah, as once more she makes her deadly run towards the station, seeking in vain for someone to save her.
After I heard that story,my fear comes. A lots of fray fill my body, how horrible that incident. And a middle of the night,that story still fresh in my mind, then a terrifying moment when I heard a screaming of a women. Refers to the story,today is the anniversary of her death. Only God know how I feel right now. Its to awful!. A sound screaming just behind my house!
Suddenly. A stinky odor pierced my nose. something like a carrion on a burning. I made bold to review the situation. Once I open just a crack of my door, a creature with the body burns black stand right in front of me. I cried out of fear to call mom and dad while shouting the word greatness of God. no one answered, I locked the door and covered myself with blankets.
jiggle the door indicating she was still there outside. strong and getting stronger shaking it. What should I do now? while thinking about why I became a victim of this fear? and after that, the shaking stopped and my phone rang. I answered the call while sobbing with fear. really surprise me that the voice that answers the voice of women who are angry. "out of my room! or you will experience your life a nightmare." I was speechless to hear that word. Without further delay I tried to call my mother and father, but the situation is scary when the call is answered: "no one can help you other than your own. out of you from my room immediately!" women's voices that I think it is the creature that they call"screaming Maisarah" without further delay I brave it out of the room with the feeling of fear.
all of a sudden, I was wondering where my parents?
trying to find them in the room but could not find them. Then my phone rang,my mom on the phone. I answer it hoping there was not the screaming maisarah and wonderful that is my mom.
she said she on the way coming home. I couldn’t say.safe and sound for a while.
then my mom arrived.shockly there was nothing happen after that. I have lock my room and stay with my mom until the end of the trip.
jiggle the door indicating she was still there outside. strong and getting stronger shaking it. What should I do now? while thinking about why I became a victim of this fear? and after that, the shaking stopped and my phone rang. I answered the call while sobbing with fear. really surprise me that the voice that answers the voice of women who are angry. "out of my room! or you will experience your life a nightmare." I was speechless to hear that word. Without further delay I tried to call my mother and father, but the situation is scary when the call is answered: "no one can help you other than your own. out of you from my room immediately!" women's voices that I think it is the creature that they call"screaming Maisarah" without further delay I brave it out of the room with the feeling of fear.
all of a sudden, I was wondering where my parents?
trying to find them in the room but could not find them. Then my phone rang,my mom on the phone. I answer it hoping there was not the screaming maisarah and wonderful that is my mom.
she said she on the way coming home. I couldn’t say.safe and sound for a while.
then my mom arrived.shockly there was nothing happen after that. I have lock my room and stay with my mom until the end of the trip.
The screaming maisarah gave me a lot of lesson. Very valuable for me as the teen who are experience this situation. Fitri silent after heard this story,I know this story maybe like a myth.
For me this is a real. After the end of the story.the principal arrive and the assemble start as usual.
