This story came from my father while he is having a lunch break on our house, from his work.
It had been several days when all of us, including me and some of our neighbours, started to smell very foul odour inside and outside our houses. We tried to look for dead animals, and we did found a dead mice, but the strong stink is still there. It smelled like a stinking fish or a very polluted river, and it comes out much frequently during midday. Somehow, my family and affected neighbours all concluded it came from a dead rotting animal somewhere we couldn't find.
Until one day, my father went outside our house to get back to work after having a lunch (he's work is just a walking distance away from our home), said that he again smelled the fishy stench, much stronger this time. Then he heard sobs, of a child, coming from one of our neighbour's stairway (There's no person there at noon, which my father is aware of). He decided to look for it and found out that the cries came from an unknown fat girl, sitting on the steps. The girl, my father described, is very dirty and dark from head to toe, hair curled and very matted, eyes are red maybe because of crying, and to my father's concern, her nose has blood flowing in one hole. Much creepier is that the fishy smell is much stronger in her, if not, came from her.
My father asked her some questions, like if she's fine, what happened, and who is she? The dirty girl didn't answered any of the questions and just continue sobbing, even without looking to the person in front. Brave father then tried to console her by planning to offer a shoulder tap, when suddenly, to his astonishment, the girl just suddenly stopped crying and open her mouth wide, just staring at my father. My papa then backed away from the child, and just went straight to his work.
That night, he did told what happened to my mother, who, in turn didn't tell us after several days. We then prayed and conducted a regular bible study in our house together with our neighbours. Since then, we can no more smell the foul stench. As for the girl, no one knew or recognize her. We also asked questions around our small community if they ever saw a dirty young fat girl who passed around that time, without telling the whole story, unfortunately they didn't, and we have no idea who can it be.
Until one day, my father went outside our house to get back to work after having a lunch (he's work is just a walking distance away from our home), said that he again smelled the fishy stench, much stronger this time. Then he heard sobs, of a child, coming from one of our neighbour's stairway (There's no person there at noon, which my father is aware of). He decided to look for it and found out that the cries came from an unknown fat girl, sitting on the steps. The girl, my father described, is very dirty and dark from head to toe, hair curled and very matted, eyes are red maybe because of crying, and to my father's concern, her nose has blood flowing in one hole. Much creepier is that the fishy smell is much stronger in her, if not, came from her.
My father asked her some questions, like if she's fine, what happened, and who is she? The dirty girl didn't answered any of the questions and just continue sobbing, even without looking to the person in front. Brave father then tried to console her by planning to offer a shoulder tap, when suddenly, to his astonishment, the girl just suddenly stopped crying and open her mouth wide, just staring at my father. My papa then backed away from the child, and just went straight to his work.
That night, he did told what happened to my mother, who, in turn didn't tell us after several days. We then prayed and conducted a regular bible study in our house together with our neighbours. Since then, we can no more smell the foul stench. As for the girl, no one knew or recognize her. We also asked questions around our small community if they ever saw a dirty young fat girl who passed around that time, without telling the whole story, unfortunately they didn't, and we have no idea who can it be.
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