Rabu, 17 April 2013

Narrative Text ( A Lane Going Up The Hill )


A Lane Going Up The Hill



It had been a heavy rainstorm in Kampung Sepang. Jabri and Halil had just finished their dinner together at Jabri’s house. They were sitting in the living room for coffee and conversation, hoping, the rain would stop soon.

It was half past eleven at night and the downpour was showing no signs for stopping
. “It looks like you’ll have to spent the night here, Halil.” Said Jabri “No way,” Halil said, “I’ve to be at work early tomorrow morning.”

A few moment later Halil got into the car
, started the engine, and said good night to Jibri. Something told him that he shouldn’t have turned off the lane going up the hill, but it was the shortest way home. He knew that lane. It run across an old Chinese cemetery. There were no lights, no cars, no people, just Halil and his old car. 

All of a sudden, a white shape appeared in the middle of the lane
. Halil shone his beam of light in that direction. The white shape turned to Halil. He saw a pair of crimson eyes staring at him. It was a-long-haired woman in a long white dress. She grinned at Halil.

At once, Halil felt his blood frozen. His heartbeat stopped. His mouth opened but he was speechless. His eyes opened widely in terror.

Suddenly consciousness came into his mind. He quickly reserved his car and sped away just in time.

“I think I’ll take up your offer to spend the night here after all,” Halil told Jabri with his legs trembling.

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