I am re-writing the story to enter the challenge @ jerrybanfield's in the Supernatural Writing Contest. This time I will write a story that I quote from a true story that happened in a village of Menara. This story has happened for a long time, about a dozen years. The story I am about to write I get from a story I believe that the person is telling the truth.
So, do not be too long I make a speech, I'll just write a story titled:
Cries Of A Little Boy Under a Big Tree
Mystery Stories often become the background of the lives of the people in the village and in the city. Stories and stories are also various shapes, from the beginning of the story of the apparition, to the mysterious sounds coming from the scene. This mysterious voice is often the voice of a ghost who wants to seduce a man or is trying to convey his message to the one who still lives in this world. One of the most common and we hear is a long cry in the middle of the night.
The story of someone crying in the middle of the night under a big tree, takes place in a tower village, its place near the big tree that grows in the village, The story begins when there is a group of horrible-faced youths who persecute a girl who returns alone late at night. The men raped and molested her by force and cruelty. Finally, after the rape of the poor girl, one of the men hit her, with a stick in the woman's back of the head to death. After the girl died, the boys panicked and felt guilty about what they were doing, the young men finally made the decision to bury the girl unnaturally, the girl planted near a large tree.
However, a few years later it has passed, where the big tree has changed many forms and a lively atmosphere, and the area has been built and made in the office area. However, the big tree still stands straight and is not cut, it still stands in its place outside the office area.
The atmosphere changed, the office began to be active and had many workers and employees. One day there was a child from a beautiful and cheerful office clerk. The child is always brought by his mother to the office because no one keeps him at home, I think the boy's father also works, but a father is unlikely to take his son to the office where he works.
Go back to that cheerful child. After a few days the child was invited by his mother to the office, the child looks cheerful and running here and there. However, different things look unusual in the child after a few days later, the child is no longer as cheerful as ever. On returning home the boy continued to experience nightmares, the cheerful child began to pause and did not say anymore. Then, when the child is taken to the office where his mother works, the boy goes and goes to the big tree outside the office area, after the child arrives at the big tree, the cheerful child stands up and cries and asks for help.
The boy always does it while in his mother's office work. After a few days the boy did, the boy's mother noticed something was wrong with her child. Finally the mother of the child asked for help from the smart people (shaman or so on). Then the clever man said that the crying and the help requests came from the ghost of a woman who was in the garden under a large tree outside the office area, the crying was a request for help of a woman who was killed by the young men who killed her in the past, and asked for her body to be properly and properly buried. It turned out that the crying of the little boy was the spirit of a girl who was raped and killed by a group of youths in the past, and this spirit delivered a message to the living so that her body was in the grave well.
Finally, the crowd came to the big tree and dug the whole area of the tree again. Finally found a corpse that has become bone. Then the locals took the corpse and buried it properly and properly, and at a decent place like a public cemetery.
Well, so this is my writing this time in the form of a mystery story entitled "cry of a little boy under a big tree". Hopefully my story will entertain you in enjoying a cup of coffee and relaxing in your own home.
Next I would like to thank my readers and followers in steemit. Hello everyone, I hope you are given health every day.
Thank you, this is my writing for this time, if there are words that are not good, not polite, not clear. I can only apologize. Perfection belongs only to God, I am only human who can not escape from mistakes. So, greetings from me 
Note: All letters and numbers are mine, but the picture I got from google, I just use it to connect from my writing.