Pandu Lampiao wrote:
You know a thing or two about ghosts Mervyn!
The answer is no, I did not notice the feet. I was barely paying
attention when I passed this figure and it took me a few steps away
from the figure to realize there is no face..all I did was
pinch myself and then realized this was a ghost and my blood went
cold.
Pandu Lampiao,
Actually, I know only a little about ghosts but I consider myself a 'spirit'
chaser.
During the 1960's in Dar es Salaam, five of my dad's workmates, all in their
twenties, died when their VW Beetle crashed into a tree on Ocean Drive. Four
of the bankers were Ismaili women and one was a Goan women. The whole town was
in shock. The road is relatively wide at the spot at where they crashed and
they had just turned onto the Ocean Drive so they could not have been going
at any speed.
Ocean Drive has pine trees 60ft tall, lining each side of the road. The area is
pitch dark. On one side is the ocean, on the other side is what used to be the
Hindu crematorium and the war graves (that had been dug up and transferred).
There were lots of stories, over the following years, of people picking up
women hitch-hikers on that road. When the drivers who had picked up the
hitch-hickers looked onto their car rear-view window to see what the passengers
looked like, they could see nothing. I heard this story in several variations.
When I was about eighteen, I heard this story first hand from a person
who claimed to have actually given the ghosts a ride. He claimed that as he
approached the tree where they died, four women asked him for a ride to a
hotel, a ride to the very same hotel the unfortunate women were heading to.
When he got to the hotel, the women got out of the car and then he noticed that
their feet were backwards.
The day I heard that story, I froze.
After I got my first car, on every odd day of the month, instead of driving
straight home from the Goan club after a few rounds of er, spirits, I would
make a detour to pass by the spot where the young ladies died. My intention was
to see if they were up and about. Picture this. Driving alone, down a warm,
windy, unlit road, and its close to mid-night. On one side of the road is the
Indian Ocean with a full moon shimering in the distance. On the other side of
the road is a dug up cemetary that leads to a lonely and deserted golf course.
I am in an open VW beach buggy on the prowl for spirits. Whenever I passed the
tree where the young ladies died, I would blow my horn.
Not once did they wake up. To my disappointment, not once.
After a few years of doing this, someone told me to drive in the opposite
direction. And I did. Nothing happened for the first two trips. On the third
trip, the engine of my car stopped running. There I was on the only road in Dar
where no motorist would stop to help anyone. My engine would not start up again
and it was 11.46 pm. I decided to abandon the car and walk, in pitch darkness
towards the govt hospital (where, incidentally, I was born).
As I was walking down the road, I saw a white thing that seemed to float
towards me. The white thing then started running parallel to me and at a
greater speed. Just as I was about to turn and start running in the
opposite direction, the white thing came at full spead towards me. I tried to
stop but got hit on the head and dropped to the floor.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the damp grass. About twelve
inches in front of my face were two eyes staring at me. One eye was green and
the other yellow. Behind the eyes was a hairy white face complete with a beard.
I closed my eyes.
When I re-opened them, I found that not only did I see the same image again but
this time I also noticed that the face had two horns.
That's when the face said, NH.
Yes folks, a few seconds later I realized that I had been attacked by a goat.
I have driven down Ocean Road again and again but have not experienced
anything better.
Mervyn3.0
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