Ghost Story 1
When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the jungle. Every night, my mother would ask me not to go home too late as there will not be any transportation after a certain time. One night, before going home, I brought home some soup for supper. I was late and I waited for the bus but there was none. I was getting worried as the night was getting darker and darker. There was no one stopping for me, till one motorcyclist took pity on me and stopped to give me a lift. He was a man with a kind face. I accepted his offer and got onto his motorbike. On the way home, we passed by a temple. At night, the temple would look eerily spooky with the dim lights from the candles. At first, the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When approaching the temple, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger and bigger. His kind face turned to a face of anger. He was muttering something which was not audible to me. I was so scared that I closed my eyes in order not to see his face. Then, the motorcyclist stopped in front of the temple and yelled at me. “Your soup is so hot and it is burning my thigh. Can you please move it away?”
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