inhumane speed. Man after man screamed and fell. The figure was so fast the image blurred
and then I was knocked out, unconscious.
I woke up, with the foul scent of blood in my mouth. I tasted the air with my dry lips. I looked
around. There was nothing but the tomb and bodies. Suddenly I remembered what happened
and reached for my sword, but it was no longer in my sheath. I went to my comrades and found
most of them were killed, while some ran away, leaving traces of footsteps; the others were
either unconscious or went insane. There was a guy who still has his sanity. However his face
was pale and he was holding his head in his hands, murmuring, “It can’t be.” Then he looked
at me and asked pointing at the tomb, “Is she ….she still there?” he stammered. I said, “I don’t
know, and I don’t want to find that out, let’s leave while we can.” I said. I helped him up and we
scurried off, running as fast as our tired legs could carry.”, Fred looked at me trembling. “Then…
what happened?” That night, we found a cave and we rested there. We were so exhausted about
things that had happened. I drank the last bit of water from my water bottle, I sat there, resting
and soon fell asleep. I woke up when Bataar shoved me awake. “What now?” I asked him weakly.
He covered my mouth and pointed outside the cave. I peaked outside. Under the moonlight, I
could see a figure - the same figure I saw last night dancing around. It approached the cave,
nearer and nearer. I could see her green but beautiful face and yellow eyes like the ones of the
wolf. She looked at me straight through the rocks. I shivered. I wanted to shrink down but my
body wouldn’t budge. “You were lucky yesterday, I couldn’t use my full strength because of your
stupid camp fire. I wasn’t able to use my full potential, but now nothing can stop me! Ha Ha!”
She crocked. And with a blink, she stood in front of me. I wanted to scream but nothing came
out from my mouth. I saw her hand raised, sharp nails pointed out of her crooked hand. I closed
my eyes, waiting for the worst. Afterward, I heard the sound of sand being kicked up and I heard
her screaming, “No!!!” I opened my eyes slowly and saw Bataar stabbing a burning wood into her.
Green fluid oozed out of the wound. She cried and swung her hand of Bataar and her nails sank
into his skull. “Bataar,” I cried. But it was too late, he fell on the ground and blood dripped from
his head. He was already dead. I buried his body after mourning for his death. I then went to this
very village and lived here. I told the villagers that the ghosts were afraid of fire but there were
limited wood here so we used red colour instead.’ I finished.
Fred, now as white as a sheet, stared at me and stammered, “Will the Bolorma ...thing come
...back?” I chuckled, “Evil spirits are always here. When you think they’d be gone for good, they
always creep back like a wolf.” “Even now, I sometimes hear people coming to this village reporting
their witnesses of a white- clothed figure attacking them. Remember evil spirits are like wolves, but
sometimes you just have to be like Bataar.” “How?” asked Fred. “Stab them.” I answered.
