Most of them who went to primary schools in Indonesia must have heard of this famous icon haunting their schools: Mr. Gepeng (Mr. Flat). The stories my differ, of course, but the essence is quite the same: a flat ghost (presumably male) is haunting the school' bathroom.
Some said that he was stuck till death on the elevator's door. Some said that he was flattened by a construction machine. Some acclaimed that he was compressed in a plastic factory. All sort of different versions of killings that result in someone dying in a flattened form.
That was then.
Today during Bahasa Indonesia periods, our teacher told us stories that we had never heard of before, partly because it happened in our very own school. I'm a rather extreme chickenshit for ghost stories, and I may missed some part of the stories that he told us because I was too busy covering my ears and humming any song to stop myself from hearing, and sadly, imagining.
What I did heard quite completely took place in our gymnasium. Our gym is located in the basement, a closed indoor gym used mostly for sports such as basketball and badminton. My BI teacher wasnt a believer in ghosts, wasnt a denier that they may exist. That afternoon, he happened to be walking down to the mechanics room in the basement. He was walking with another teacher, passing a window that shows the gym, when he saw it.
A woman, with long black hair wearing a purple,flower pattern shirt and jeans was sitting facing the walls, combing her hair.
Shit.
At first he thought she was a maid picking up the small children from school. But given the time (primary and kindy kids went home 3-4 hrs before), he assumed that it wasnt possible. Then he asked the other teacher, and yes he saw her too. They can only see her from her back, with her long black hair.
When they arrived at the mechanics room, he told the guys what he saw.
"A woman with long black hair..." he initiated.
"With purple, flower pattern shirt and jeans?" a guy added.
My teacher was dumbfounded. How could he described the same vision that he saw a couple minutes earlier?
Shit.
The same guy then told his story. One day he was going to the restroom in the gym, when the female restroom door opened, and a woman with purple, flowery pattern shirt and jeans was walking out, backwards.
HOLEY SHIT.
Ok my goosebumbs are all standing up right now. Imagine my poor chickenshit heart when it beated quite extreme when I first heard the story, my face all pale.
And at that precise second, I vowed to myself never again shall I set foot in the gym, or go near it. I dont think my heart could take it.
Who knows that a simple Bahasa Indonesia period could do such a damage for your heart?
About Me
- The Dodo
- Jakarta, Indonesia
- Having born, raised, studied, worked, played and lived in Indonesia and Europe, I am capricious by nature and curious by profession. I am inspired by words, letters, and the little things. My writings and my pictures are to me a collage of moments that I wanted to capture with all my limitations.
2 comments:
yikes!!
u'll b glad to know in nl there are 0 ghosts! :)
[and most of northern europe for that matter...]
Even I got goose-bumps, brrr!
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