Mar 2017
it's December i say,
and i was excited to see my school ended next week,
this story isn't just about ghosts,
but a living memory that lives with me forever,
one day my teacher ms Margarete asked me to carry boxes,
"oh ron would you be a dear to carry this heavy things for me " she said,
far across the left wing of the school,
its most darkest part of the school where lights often flickering,
and you almost hear footsteps coming but no one was there to be seen,
this school was known across the continent of Borneo,
are the oldest school that pioneered the start of WW2 in Asian front,
the original residence of the school was for British soldiers,
back when the British still colonized south east Asia,
then i heard stories about people see reflection of souls of the fallen,
what sad about this story not only these spirits felt oblivious,
knowing its 2009 and not 1945 they still relived their duty,
to protect this school from invading Japanese elites,
i took small steps having my guard up for surprises,
a corner that adjacent to the storage room,
"****!" i say out loud to myself.
i have this strange phobias when it come to corners,
and got scared easily,
i have no friends to accompany me that time,
because everyone is busy preparing last term of the day,
its time to face my fears so i forced my self
to complete that task i was given,
then something weird happened,
i hear what sounded like people talking
but i cant make the sound,
" What the hell was that" i whispered to my self,
i ignored it the more and more ignored that voice,
creeping through my ear drum.
as if you were in their presence when they still alive,
i left the box behind the storage door and i heard this
" Oy! don't litter ****** things everywhere child!"
i ran as fast as i can and that distinct British accent,
just scared the living crap out of me,
there were no English teachers even active at the time
only local teachers that are in that building working,
still through this day hearing that class a voice manifesting
led me thinking why the hell i didn't bring my recorder.
and i was excited to see my school ended next week,
this story isn't just about ghosts,
but a living memory that lives with me forever,
one day my teacher ms Margarete asked me to carry boxes,
"oh ron would you be a dear to carry this heavy things for me " she said,
far across the left wing of the school,
its most darkest part of the school where lights often flickering,
and you almost hear footsteps coming but no one was there to be seen,
this school was known across the continent of Borneo,
are the oldest school that pioneered the start of WW2 in Asian front,
the original residence of the school was for British soldiers,
back when the British still colonized south east Asia,
then i heard stories about people see reflection of souls of the fallen,
what sad about this story not only these spirits felt oblivious,
knowing its 2009 and not 1945 they still relived their duty,
to protect this school from invading Japanese elites,
i took small steps having my guard up for surprises,
a corner that adjacent to the storage room,
"****!" i say out loud to myself.
i have this strange phobias when it come to corners,
and got scared easily,
i have no friends to accompany me that time,
because everyone is busy preparing last term of the day,
its time to face my fears so i forced my self
to complete that task i was given,
then something weird happened,
i hear what sounded like people talking
but i cant make the sound,
" What the hell was that" i whispered to my self,
i ignored it the more and more ignored that voice,
creeping through my ear drum.
as if you were in their presence when they still alive,
i left the box behind the storage door and i heard this
" Oy! don't litter ****** things everywhere child!"
i ran as fast as i can and that distinct British accent,
just scared the living crap out of me,
there were no English teachers even active at the time
only local teachers that are in that building working,
still through this day hearing that class a voice manifesting
led me thinking why the hell i didn't bring my recorder.
ghosts story
