New Neighbours

From: Huzaifah (jenansavanath@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Sematan, Sarwak,Malaysia
Source: Form Submission

This is a true story before living in the city my family and I had lived in a small fishing village. Nearby is an old and deserted cemetary that had been abandoned for a hundred years. It was an old cemetary and no one had been buried there anymore. The ground had become soggy and black. The cemetary itself was packed with tombstone, either rotting with termites or already fallen to the ground.

One day we heard that the goverment had decided to cleared the graveyard and paved road on top of it. The villager didn't oppose to the plan much and some was quite relieved to have the cemetary finnaly gone. A few older people tried to defend the cemetary but soon they too give in to the road project that was soon to come.

So the work begin and in a few month the cemetary was replaced with a new road. My family and the rest of the vilager was quite happy to have a new road nearby, before this we have to walk to another vilage nearby to wait for the bus and taxi.

Life was good for a while, until one night. Not long after, on one night, every adult in the village had their dream 'visited'. In their dream the 'visitors' were people who wears old fashioned clothing and they were very bleeding and strangely bruised. They look like they had been knocked down and steam rolled on. They were telling the adults in their dreams that they were building their houses beside each of the village house's. At first the villagers were scared and shocked to discover that they were all experiencing the same dreams but soon after a long time people begin to forget about their shared dreams. With the building of a new markets and public facilities, life was good again.

It begin on one night. That night was unnusually dark and silent. Earlier that night one of my uncle's told us that he have had an unusual shivers. He said someting was wrong that night. Most of my family members were not superstitious but on that night we did what he asked us to do that is to go to bed early.

That morning I was awoken by a noisy commotion outside of my house. People were shouting in the name of god and some was screaming and shouting. When I look out of my window I was scared out of my life for what I was seeing. Out there all around our house and our neighbours house were tombstones, the old rotting and broken tombstones that was once in the old cemetary.

At first some people believe that it was a prank. But our curiousity lead us to dig the ground beneath the tombstones. We uncovers rotting bones by each tombstones, one after another. All of us did not know the meaning of all this. It was a bizarre idea thinking that some few people could pick up the old tombstones and dig up all the remains of the old bones and planted all over the village in a single night.

Many people were scared, some had even begin to packed up and moved to the nearby village. The village headman begin to calm us down and told us that we should moved all of the tombstones and bones away from our houses and moved it to a further place from the village. It took us the whole day and everyone joined in to move the 'un-invited guest'. By night we had succesfully moved all the graves to a secluded place hundreds of miles away. We transported the grave and the bones by trucks and dig up new graveyard in the edge of the jungle. We thought that it had already finished. But we wrong.

The next day to our greatest surprised we found again the same graves planted around our village. Many people nearly fell into madness. We had moved it as far as possible but but overnight ' they' had returned back to the same spots. We dug out the graves again and this time moved it even further from the first place. But the next day they returned and it happened again and again until finally we decided to throw the tombstones and the bones into the sea.

Everyone thought that throwing the bones to the sea was a good idea and should had been done earlier. So we slept that night thinking that it had all ended. But now it is our dreams this time that was being intruded. In our dreams the same raggy, bruised and bleeding people who had revisited us in our dream before came back and in anger and vengence they told us that they will come back and this time it is either they come up into our house or they will dragged us all into their 'house' with them.

Now you know why my family and i had to lived in a city. And where there use to be a village nearby a sea now stands only an ancient and rotting cemetary.

This really is a true story.