Four close friends once heard grim melodies a distance away from the field. They abandoned their ball and followed trail. Under the banana tree was a man and a woman. The woman was in whites, hair long and black. The unforeseeable countenance of the woman squirmed their guts. Their heart raced and the melodies hair-raising. They darted off. Countless stories continue to unravel, each twisted by tongues. Only the heart knew best, whether truth or lie.
What made of two teenagers with raging hormones was turned into a ghost story.
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