Resumo de The Fruit Of The Coffin Tree

Every one that we know has one time or another heard a scary tale or seen something that cannot be easily explained by reason. There are many who would swear to the existence of such phenomenon and others who would scoff at the very notion of it. I however am no stranger to the fact that truth can be stranger than fiction, and it was one such experience of mine that started with a fib of something supernatural and almost ended costing me my life. I refer once more to my ignorant and innocent childhood when I was in the first grade at a school in Singapore (which I have recently sadly learned no longer exists). School was over for the day and I was anxious to return to the safety of my house when the driver of the mini bus who used to ferry us through the traffic of urban chaos to our destinations appeared before us. His face was redder than a bouquet of roses and in his excited state he managed to lay out the plot before us. Ok I admit the plot was laid out to the senior kids and I was merely hanging around trying to get as many bits and pieces of information that flew my way, however I did manage to gather that someone had noticed coffins on the branches of the trees that grew behind the school field. What logic could be behind such is story is beyond my grasp at this moment but as I have already mentioned I wasn?t very bright then and believed anything and everything that anyone trying to take advantage of a little child?s emotions could cook up. The driver too was so adamant about it that he managed to drive the bus to the clump of trees with us still inside the bus. When we got out I noticed that the grass near the trees never seemed to have got a trimming in their lives and with all the nutritious food that Mother Nature had been feeding them, they had managed to attain a height still elusive to me. There I was a young Indiana Jones, making my way through the elephant grass, constantly looking up towards the canopy of the trees hoping to catch a glimpse of the dreaded coffins. Now anyone with a right mind would know that it is dangerous to walk anywhere let alone a wild patch of land with your chin held up high, however as you all know about my mental state, the thought never crossed my mind. As I meandered through the grass I heard a cry, a cry that I would never forget a cry that would change the course of my life and it went like this ?cool, look at this garden of roses!? And guess what, since I had been told to look, I left my foot hanging in the air and scoured the landscape for the garden. Seeing nothing but grass I looked down to where my foot was about to land and there I saw with sharp cut rocks and lead pipes at the bottom, a six foot deep hole.

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