FRIGHTENING STORY - A JOURNEY THROUGH HELL

Hello everyone! :) i will introduce you to the next story called "A Journey Through Hell". The purpose is that to tell you the value that you can learn by reading this text. hopefully you enjoy it and don't forget to give any comments and supports :)

A Journey Through Hell

Last week I went back home from my boarding house. That was around 10 p.m when I saw the clock in my boarding house. But I decided to go, because usually it just takes around one hour to arrive in my home at Tegallalang.

On the way back home, especially when I was passing Denpasar, I saw a lot of vehicles still passed the street. So I didn’t even realize that it was already darker. But when I went straight to the north until I entered the village area, I started to feel a difference.

“Oh ya. It’s already dark. It’s just me on this street.” I whispered to myself.

Throughout the village, I need to pass three graveyards which the last graveyard is the longest but the nearest one to my house. When I entered the first graveyard, I didn’t feel anything and so did while entering the second one. After a few minutes passed those two graveyards, now it’s time for me to pass the last one. I felt both afraid and happy. I felt afraid because usually there is no vehicle passing that way in a dark and late night. Meanwhile, I would be happy because it only took a few second to arrive in my home after passing the graveyard.

Before entering that graveyard, I prayed and wished a lot to make myself stay calm. There are only two lamps throughout the graveyard and made the situation more terrifying. The lamps didn’t work well because it was hidden by big trees. My prediction was right, there was no vehicle passing the way, so I tried to keep myself calm. I heard so many insects were cawing. But I kept calm and opened my helmet’s glass in order I could see the way clearly. But after a second, something was rolling from the graveyard to the street.

“Drug, dug, dug!” it sounded very mysterious and frightened.

I didn’t think that was a coconut because the shape was not round. It looked like imperfect square with white color. My heart beat faster and I said to myself,

“God. Its just me here. Please.” I drove my motorbike fast and hoped to arrive home safely.

When I arrived home, I told my mother about the accident and she scold me a lot. That was not because I drove my bike fast, but because I went home in a very late night and she wondered about me on the way back home. She wondered a lot about my safety. My mother also told me to pray whenever I am, although it is just in our hearts but God will always listen for that.

I was traumatic for a few days after that accident, and I learn not to go anywhere in a very late night. Besides I also thankful of God because I was still safe and nothing made me injured physically at that time.

See you in another story!