This story happened to my friend's cousin. Let me tell this story from the first person point of view:
I was riding my motorcycle back from tuition class one night. It was still rather early at about 11:00pm and there were still a lot of cars along that road. I have been using that road which cuts through a cemetery for years and nothing has ever happened. So, why should tonight be any different, right?
Anyway, as I approach the cemetery along Mount Erkine road, I suddenly feel a sense of coldness I never felt before. I thought it must just be a cold night. I knew I was wrong when I suddenly felt someone behind me. Apparently, I have taken on an uninvited pillion rider. Gosh! Don't let it be a ghost, I told myself.
I wanted badly to turn around and have a look but I just didn't do it. I didn't know why. Maybe it was the heavy traffic making it dangerous to turn around. Or perhaps I just didn't have the guts to face whoever or whatever that was behind me.
After a few moments of silence, the 'person' behind me finally spoke.
“I need to talk to you,” she said. From her voice, I could make up it was a lady.
“Please don't disturb me. Please just leave me alone,” my voice trembled.
“Don't worry, I mean no harm. I just want to tell someone how I died.”
“OooKkkkkk…. but please don't harm me.”
She went on with her story. She told me how she was killed in an accident, which was no fault of hers. I was so terrified I didn't even remember exactly what the story was. After she's done, she just vanished.
Well, the ghost was probably killed without anyone knowing exactly how she died. Letting someone know may perhaps help her to rest in peace.
10 June 1998
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