Part 3: That Creepy Village - Horror Story
The prior part - Part 2: That Creepy Village - Horror Story
Long before books and written words existed, stories were passed down orally. These tales evolved over generations, becoming an essential part of cultural heritage. The tradition of storytelling continues today, with horror stories captivating audiences around the world. One evening, as I drove through a dense forest, a peculiar thought struck me. I recalled a place known for its eerie legends and ghostly encounters. With my heart racing, I maneuvered my car slowly, scanning the surroundings. My goal was to reach the hill that had haunted tales associated with it.
The Journey to the Hill
After a bit of driving, I finally spotted the hill in the distance. It was a small rise, yet it held remnants of a once-functional communication tower that now lay twisted and broken, just as Basri had described. Other hills of various sizes surrounded it, each seemingly hiding secrets of their own. “Hey, Uncle, can you give me a minute?” I asked. “Where are you off to at this hour?” he replied, raising an eyebrow.
I explained my curiosity about the towers. “I just want to take a quick look; it won’t take long,” I insisted. “Fine, but hurry up,” he said, his voice full of skepticism. I parked the car and made my way toward the hill, drawn by an inexplicable force.
As I approached the area with the toppled towers, I crouched down, not only to inspect the remnants but also to gaze at the village below. It seemed like a different world altogether—an alien realm waiting to be explored. Under the silvery glow of the moon, I felt an unfamiliar chill creep over me.
A Strange Discovery
To my surprise, all the windows and doors of the houses were wide open. “How can this be? In the mornings, this village barely has a fly buzzing outside!” I thought. Now, the once-silent houses buzzed with an unsettling activity. Just as I was about to head back, I noticed movement. I crouched down again to observe.
The villagers began to emerge from their homes, gathering in the square. But their mannerisms were strange—they walked slowly, almost in a trance. Women, men, and children formed a chaotic group, their movements lacking the usual vibrancy of life. All the women wore long, flowing garments that concealed their figures completely.
Just then, I heard my uncle calling from below, “Hey! Are you coming, or do we have to wait for you all night?” He was right; I had lingered long enough. I hurried down the hill, but my thoughts remained with the villagers. What were they doing? Why was this place so eerie?
The Return to the Car
I climbed back into the car, and my family shot me odd looks. “What’s with the strange faces?” I asked. My mother chimed in, “You look pale, dear. What happened?” I shrugged it off, saying I was just tired from the hike. I started the engine and drove deeper into the forest, my mind racing with thoughts about the village.
During the drive, my uncle asked my grandmother about a girl he had seen. “What did you think of her? Could she be a good match for your son?” he asked. After seeing the girl, he had a sparkle in his eyes, full of hope. “I’ve never seen such beauty in my life,” he declared. “I feel like she’s a fairy tale come to life. May she bring joy and fortune to your family!”
The Family Discussion
My grandmother nodded approvingly, agreeing with my uncle. They began discussing how to approach the girl’s family. “We should make it a grand event, inviting everyone!” my uncle exclaimed. However, I wasn’t in the mood for this talk. My mind was still trapped in that strange village.
The conversation flowed like a normal discussion about marriage, but I could sense the underlying tension. The moment they saw the girl, it was as if they fell in love with her instantly. I wondered, was this how arranged marriages worked?
Reflections on the Village
My thoughts drifted back to the village. “Is it really normal for a household to have the head of a wild boar hanging on the wall?” I questioned. My grandmother, a devout woman, just shrugged it off. “It’s the way of life for some families,” she said, dismissing my concern.
To them, everything seemed perfectly normal, as if the village didn’t harbor any oddities. I couldn’t shake the feeling of isolation creeping in. I was the only one who recognized the oddity of it all.
An Eerie Evening
As night deepened, I returned to my room, exhausted. My family chatted away in the living room, discussing the day’s events. I lay down, but sleep eluded me. My mind wandered back to the village and the bizarre happenings. Why did I feel like I was the only one who noticed the oddities?
Around 2 AM, I woke up suddenly. The village was on my mind again. I decided to go outside for a smoke, trying to clear my thoughts. Standing on the balcony, I gazed into the darkness, pondering the strange events I had witnessed.
A Sudden Idea
An idea struck me: I could research the village online. Perhaps I could uncover some hidden truths or forgotten tales. The allure of horror stories beckoned me, promising more chilling revelations. The thrill of discovery fueled my curiosity, and I felt a shiver of anticipation as I planned my next steps.
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