Horror And Mystery Stories
meet the kencana train
This true story, experienced by a vegetable trader from the city of Kerawang, West Java. The thin-bodied man who is familiar with Encing, did not expect to experience anything strange in his life. It all happens, when Encing will go to sell.
Working hard bones as a porters and a vegetable trader, I had to live to support my wife and two sons who were small at that time.
Sometimes it's hard for me to face all this. My rest was seized by all my work, but even so I still thanked Allah SWT who had given me a good wife, and also blessed us with two healthy and handsome sons, whom we so dearly cherish.
The morning air was biting and windy, even though a thick jacket had stuck to my body, but the damp morning dew still felt piercing in every hole of my skin pores.
Riding an old Ontel bicycle inherited from my father, as usual that morning I went to the market to sell vegetable wares, which I took from my garden.
The streets were muddy with the rest of the rain last night, forcing me to be a little careful riding a bike. It was still dark, and the road that I passed was still deserted by the vehicle.
To relieve my fatigue, I occasionally whistle and sing my dangdut paforit song. So excited was I to kick, I did not realize that in front of me was already a carriage, which was ridden by two sturdy and large men.
“Which father is going to go to?” Ask one of the cashiers of the carriage.
“I want to go to market nak.” I answered, holding a bicycle.
With the little smiles they gave me, they said goodbye to continue their journey. At first I didn't feel any strangeness from the train. But I wondered why the sound of the horse's footsteps could not be heard in my ears, when I looked back, with my eyes open I saw the chariot floating in the air.
I tried to rub my eyes to make sure what I saw at the time.
“Maybe I was wrong see” I said in my heart. After I clearly looked at it, it was true that the carriage was hovering, walking on air. My gaze could not be separated from the carriage, but when my eyes blinked, the carriage disappeared into the darkness of the night.
It does not make sense indeed, until now the incident is still ringing in my mind. A similar incident has been experienced by some of my neighbors. According to the story that developed in the community, the two men who rode the golden chariot, were the retainers of the ruler of the south coast, who is often mentioned as Queen Mother Kidul.
That said, anyone who meets with the retainers or even with the queen, will get a clash. Whether or not that statement is true, I don't really believe it myself. I leave everything to Allah SWT. Wallahualam.