Ghosts Playing On The Road

We shifted to a rubber plantation about two miles from town,I was fifteen then and we resided in the quarters provided.Yes,we were very poor then but somehow we managed to go by.

Life in the plantation was seemingly lonely and most of my friends were living in town,so I cycled out every evening to join them.I mixed freely with at least two groups of people.The earlier group were students with whom I roamed with around town singing and watching girls drifting by.

Being school boys this group normally returned home before 10 p.m.,as for me I stayed around town with another group at the Amusement Park.This group consisted a rich lamed young man,a half Bangali/Malay (a beef seller) and another young Indian young guy who later like me became a planter.

We normally loitered around the Amusement Park,having a bowl of assam laksa,a cup of coffee or better still enjoying a bowl os soup sold by a very fat Makmak,In most cases all these friends gave me those treats for I was not working while tyhey were.Those days a cup of "kopi O" only ten cents or maybe fifteen.Assan Laksa another ten cents or so only.The bowl of soup similarly the same ten cents or twenty that was all.

Much later when I turned bad real bad I had another gang - a foursome.By then we were notoriuos ad fearful.Yes those were the days.

Now returning to my ghost story,during one of those days when heavy rain had prevented me from going home before twelve.The rain apparently not going to stopped and when the drops were dwindling I had to forced myself to cycle home in the rain.

As I cycled home the tiny drops of rain was wetting my whole body and before long I was drenched in the rain.The accompanying strong breeze that followed made me shivered with cold.I was terribly enclosed in cold as I cycled as fast as I possibly could.The street lights were dim and lighting between poles were quite a distance.

The last lamp post that bored the last light was about two hundred meters from my house.Nevertheless I bashed on with head bending down,with time and again raising my head to look ahead.There it was under the final lighting came four figures dressed in white attires moving breath wise across the whole with of the road.You know what?

Those for figures were playing and running away from the last light on the road.Although they were running away from the light from my distance I could see them clearly.To my hoorror they were not running on legs for there were none.Yes-----they apparently were drifting in the air,but they soon disappeared into the distance as the forged ahead on that dark,dark road.

They were definitely not human but horrifying ghosts and there were four of them.Terrified and having no other alternative I braved on ahead peddling towards them.As I was nearing them, all of a sudden those ghostly figures disappeared into thin air of the darkness ahead.

That drove more fear into my young soul and I cycled as hard and as fast as I could to reach home.At home I threw down my bicycle slumped on the nearest cement steps and began crying in fright,breathing hard trying to catch my breath..My mother head my cry rushed out to ask me why?.

I cried out in fear that I just saw a few ghosts few seconds ago on the road.
Thereafter I refrained peddling home on late late night.But odd enough I never saw them again.Maybe they though I was friendly with them.