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 A Short Story PART I
“Did you say you saw a ghost?” “Yes, I saw her clearly.” Did you say
her?” “Yes, with my own eyes, my four eyes.” “And how do you
distinguish a female ghost from a male ghost?” “I saw her hair.” “Did
you say you saw a ghost?” Kaluo’s uncle, a great hunter went back and
forth questioning him about his ghost story.
Is Kaluo’s ghost story a mere imagination and recollection of his uncle’s hunting tales about strange hunters and dwarfs in the jungle?
Alfred was perhaps disorienting Kaluo’s state of mind-to discontinue his story about an encounter with a ghost. Seeing ghosts should be the prerogative of elders and hunters,” said an elder. “Who is Kaluo to see a ghost?” another elder asked. “Kaluo, I will ask you one more time,” hunter Alfred said. “Did you see a ghost?” “Yes, yes, I saw a ghost. I saw it again and again and the third time she vanished from my sight. I saw her. I saw a ghost. She wore fine clothes-like Christmas clothes. She was fine, she was shinning. The sun rays reflected from her-like a mirror.” “Shut up,” Alfred yelled, placing his index finger to Kaluo’s mouth. “Ommm, ghost, ommm ghost, Kaluo continues discretely-I saw it. I saw her. She was standing on the road side near the grave, maybe her grave.”
“Okay, Kaluo do you remember the story about the strange hunter?” “Did you say a strange hunter?” “Yes, a strange hunter who was sitting at the rive bank; light skinned, huge, and tall.” “Oh, you mean the man who disappeared from your presence?” “Yes, I mean Jla.” “Jla?” “Yes Jla.” “He’s the one you likely saw through your imagination.” “No, Kaluo replied. I did not see Jla. I saw a female ghost standing before the grave near our creek. She looks young and beautiful and innocent.”
“But Kaluo what did you do to see a ghost?” “Nothing, only I was running from the man you sent to catch and beat me when I saw a ghost.” After two days, hunter Alfred asked Kaluo, “Did you see the ghost again?” “No, I have not seen the ghost again and I don’t want to see it, anyway.” The ghost story was becoming to scare most young folks who usually went to the creek to swim when it was sultry. The creek was near the grave yard where a 16 years old girl-the first young person was buried. Her name was Soma. She was poisoned only because she was very beautiful. Before Kaluo’s encounter with the ghost, other children have told their mothers how a beautiful young girl had appeared and disappeared, but their mothers hushed them.
But Kaluo would not hush. The creek is locked down until the ghost story is unraveled. The children are sneaking out to the creek anyway, hoping to see the ghost. And they are asking each other who first saw the ghost. The children’s defiance of their parents’ order to not go to the creek until the ghost story is solved is becoming to change the ghost story.
Watch out for part II
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Author’s note: This is a true story. Some of the characters are fictitious.
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