Halloween night is the best time to tell ghostly story to anyone who dare to listen. A cup of hot cider around crackling wood fire make this night memorable.
Feeling the need to have a short walk, I said to grandma I am going to visit the ruins of a church. You are going there she asked. Yes, I answered, just to look around. She started to mentioned it was haunted. Oh grandma do you believe such nonsense. She looked at me in silence with her convincing look.
I turn around walk to my room and gathered my camera bag and start to walk toward the church. An afternoon walk in the heat of the day. Common in the tropic.
Gradually I could see the church ruins. I walk faster to get there before sundown. In the tropic night time comes early at around four by five darkness arrived.
The church was built by the Dutch in 1800 and burned down by the village people in 1940 before the Japanese invaded Indonesia. Unfortunately there were fatalities. Some people did not have time to escape the church as it was full with congregation.
By now the church lay in ruins only the walls and altar made out of concrete still standing. Finally arrived at the ruins, the church wall covered with meandering vine even a small tree growing near the walls. Everywhere I see only weeds and other vegetation. I took a shot whenever I can with my camera. Then I heard a soft noise coming from the altar. Turn around to see what was that noise, I could not see anything. May be an animal, perhaps a dog or a cat or something else.
I did not think much of it and kept looking for a good shot. All of a sudden I saw something in front of the altar. A white mist appeared slowly like a slow motion movie changing into the shape of a priest with white robe holding a cross. Next to the apparition another two priests appeared . I was transfix with the scene in front of me. I stood still not moving.
The three apparitions was performing a ritual. Still looking at the performance I try to walk out but could not as if my feet were glued to the weedy ground.
The first priest turned around, I saw a grotesque face looking at me, I got a chill right away. Then I heard a voice telling me I don’t belong here. Go away. As soon as I heard the priest voice the three apparitions disappear. After the incident, the church felt peaceful. I heard bird chirping nearby, it seem while these phenomenon happen every living thing went silence. By now I have the strength to turn around and run as fast as I could. Half way from the church I stop gathered my composure and walk as if nothing happen.