Tuesday, 24 July 2012

The Durian Ghost


We were all heading towards the so-called Durian Hill as it was known to have lots of wild durian trees. It was the durian season again.  The hill was located deep in the forest.  We had been plodding for quite some time. It was already quite late in the evening. I could hardly see the sun. We only had a few hours left to reach the hill before the sunset. Then it would be dark. It was indeed quite scary to think of it but the lure of the durians was too strong to resist.
            Finally, we reached the foot of the hill. We started to climb the hill at once. We knew we had no time to waste as we tried all our might to reach the top to look for the fruits. The strong odour of the durians lingered in the air. Suddenly, we heard a thud – something was hitting the ground. Everybody heard it.  It must be the durian dropping from one of the trees.
            Abun raced towards the direction of the sound without even taking a second look at us. He  wanted to be the first to collect the durian and perhaps to feast the durian as well. The others had no match for him as he was stout and sturdy.
            Then out of the blue we saw him racing down the hill.  He almost bumped into us. We could hardly have the time to stop him. We were feeling disappointed with him since we all thought that he must be so greedy that he had collected the durian himself and not to share it with the others.
            We then continued our way towards the direction of the dropping sound of the durian. When we reached the spot, we did not see any durians. We looked for them nearby and all the surrounding areas but not a single durian on the floor. It was rather strange and a mystery to us as we could hardly find any. Maybe that greedy Abun had collected all leaving nothing for us. We were going to ask him about it later as we decided to head back towards the trail leading us out of the forest.
            After walking for some distance, we were surprised to see Abun waiting for us under a tree. He was not like his normal self. He looked pale and when we asked him about what had happened to him, he could not even answer coherently. He only mentioned that he had seen a gaunt, frail-looking woman feasting on the durian. She was like a ghostly figure.  His story was enough to make our hairs stand on end as we hurried to get out of the forest. We all lent Abun a helping hand as he was too scared to even move his legs even though he was stout and well-built in terms of his physique.