Once we went to a forest reserve for a camp and the only road leading to the campsite was a narrow road without any street lights. It was a long winding road and at the entrance of the campsite, there was a marker in the shape of a huge tyre made out of cement. Once you see the huge cement tyre, you just make a turn and you will be on a dirt road and you drive in slowly for another 200 metres or so, you will find a beautiful campsite with a nice waterfall. If you are speeding along the road, you will definitely miss the marker and you really have to keep an eye for the marker. And without street lights, its almost pitch black over there. Over the next few nights, we discovered that lorries ply the route just outside the camp. You can see the headlights coming from a distance and you don't get a lot of cars passing by the campsite. One night, a couple of us geniuses decided to have some fun at the expense of the lorry drivers.
It was just about midnight when all of us grabbed a large white sheet of cloth and we walked to the entrance of the campsite where the marker was. We thought of putting the white cloth on the floor to sit on and fool the lorry drivers with our torch lights. We were just playing star wars and lightsabers when I suddenly said, "wow ... wish we can make this piece of cloth float and fly. that'll be scary"
One of us jumped up and said get off the cloth. I thought for a moment he could really make the cloth fly. But he just grabbed the cloth and said, "watch this!"
He climbed and sat on top of the marker and covered himself with the white cloth. Now, because the marker was a huge tyre, and with him standing on the tyre with a white cloth over him, he looked like one of Casper's friends floating there. We were laughing to ourselves when we saw headlights approaching and I shouted, "hide!"
Our ghost squatted on the tyre and when the lorry's headlights shone onto him, he stood up and down waving! With the white cloth over him, he was damn farking spooky. Ha! Ha! Ha! The lorry driver yelled "Tolong....!" (which means help!) and sped away!
We laughed so hard we were rolling on the road. Our "ghost" even laughed until he fell off the marker. When we saw the next headlights, we did it again. This time, the lorry driver blew the lorry's horn all the way until he was out of sight! ha! ha! ha!
The third lorry driver almost lost control of the lorry, it swerved a little and was heading towards the marker but the driver managed to regain control and sped away. Realising the danger now, I got everyone to quit fooling as we don't want to cause an accident. Besides, I told our "ghost", "fark, you definitely don't want one of these farkers to lose control of their lorries and crash into you. then you'll be a farking permanent ghost on this stoopid marker and each time we come here and camp, we'll have to offer prayers to you ..."
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