Hahhhh.... Another new day for me, getting to know a new school, new teachers, and new facilities. Actually I'm the type of child who is very difficult to get along with, especially in a new place. Maybe that's why I'm known as a quiet and lonely child.
Actually it's quite comfortable even though the school building can be said to be unfit for use. This school is considered ancient and has even existed since the Dutch colonialists. Part of the building is damaged, there are holes in the walls and floors.
Let me tell you a little about the school plan, so that later in the next story you will understand and not be confused. Right in the school garden to the east, there is a banyan tree that stands tall there. Indeed, the height of the banyan tree is only about two meters, but the tree has dense and shady leaves.
In that park there is also a former fish pond, there is a statue of a crocodile there, it's just that it's strange, right to the south of the pond there are bushes and there is a stone standing straight like a tombstone.
I once asked one of my friends what kind of rock stood upright near the pond. They said the stone was a Dutch tombstone. I thought my friend was just making it up and just wanted to scare me, but when I asked my grandmother to make sure she confirmed that the tombstones in the school garden were indeed Dutch graves.
No wonder the first time I went there I saw someone wearing a brown uniform standing silently with his back to me, tall, white-skinned. At first I thought the person was one of the teachers but judging by his features, no teacher had white skin like that.
On the west side of the school is a rice field area, there is a big jackfruit tree there. Even though I've never seen what figure is waiting in the tree, but every time I pass it's like there's a big eye watching me from the top of the tree. Haven't seen it clearly, but just felt its presence.
But I'll tell you the interesting side, to the north of the school building there is a small river. Across the river there is still a field planted with various kinds of trees. From coconut trees, nutmeg trees, cloves, jackfruit, durian and others. But the thickest there are bamboo trees. Again bamboo trees. Huh.
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That day during recess I was invited by a friend to enter the area, we went there looking for cloves that had fallen on the ground, not bad if you got a lot you could sell it and get some pocket money hehe.
We broke through the bamboo trees, unexpectedly there was something that surprised me so much that it was hard to blink an eye. You know? It turned out that in the middle of the shade of the bamboo tree there was a well. An old well that has been abandoned, and is no longer taken care of.
I shuddered when I saw the well as if there was cold air blowing my neck, even though the sun was hot but when we were in the garden beside the school it still felt cold and dark because of the shade of the trees so it was difficult for sunlight to penetrate.
"Hey Nimas, what are you doing standing there! Come on, look for cloves or not?" asked my friend Widya. Widya is my only close friend from elementary school.
"Uh, yeah," I replied, immediately running over to Widya, who was already walking at the front.
"Wid, what well is that?" I asked curiously. To be honest, it actually became uncomfortable after knowing that there was an old well there.
"Oh that... An old well. But there's no water anymore," explained Widya so casually.
I just nodded as a sign of understanding, but still I started to feel uneasy because in my every move it was like someone was watching from above the well. Every time I looked to the ground for cloves, from the corner of my eye I could see a white cloth on the edge of the well. But when I turned around, the white cloth was gone, it kept repeating itself several times.
"Why do you keep looking at the well?"
asked Widya.
"I... It's okay. Wid, let's go back to school" I said. It feels like goosebumps are not known, it's really not comfortable.
"Why? Are you scared? Hahaha" Widya mocked.
Yes, I don't want to lie. It really felt scared, whether it was Widya who was insensitive or indeed the nerves of fear had broken so that she could be as relaxed as that. However, amidst her misgivings, Widya opened a story.
"Nimas, do you know? Actually it's haunted, you know?"
It's so annoying, I was distracting my feelings but Widya added a scary story. "Ha... Haunted?" scared and curious.
"My grandmother had this experience, she was picking spices on that tree, but suddenly she heard a baby crying near the well. But when grandmother looked for the source of the baby's sound, the baby's voice immediately disappeared mysteriously. Then, she continued picking spices. spices, but again the sound of crying was heard, it was not a baby anymore the cry was coming from a woman. Grandmother was looking for her, who knew that woman needed help and it turned out that her voice was coming from the well."
Hearing Widya's story, I repeatedly rubbed the back of my neck because I got goosebumps. "Come on, let's go back" I said forcing Widya to return to school.
"Ahaha you're scared huh" Widya was still teasing me.
If she knew that the figure she was talking about was looking at her, I'm sure Widya would definitely not laugh at me, maybe she would even run away crying. "Okay, if you don't want to go back. I want to go back myself" I said annoyed while leaving Widya who was still laughing.