I own a motorcycle with a side-car, you know, the famous Russian ones. I bought it quite cheap but since it was quite old, restarting the thing took nearly my life long working payment... (I kept a secret that I won a jackpot, nah... Joking)
I was lucky that the mechanic guy was volunteering to give me old useable parts to make my motorcycle work again.
Me and the mechanic guy became friends (it has been 2 years now) and since I was quite "into the spiritual world" we use to talk and bring up spooky stories, fake or real (I usually will tell real ones either my friends' or mine).
OK, enough of the long long intro.
So me and that mechanic guy planned for a winter side-car ride event at the area where I am. There were people from around Japan who would love to experience the breezy winter ride (I am not sure if I can write the brand of the motorcycle, so I wrote Side-Car).
We went along the countryside early in the morning. It was quiet but with our side-car the place was vibrating with the sound of the motors. Some kids heading to their school were looking at us with a "what the..." look. I love kids with a surprised face lol Just some riders passing by, we won't hurt you little one lol.
We were at a point where during the World War Chinese and Korean labors worked and died and had their cemeteries. I don't know why but it is called "Chinese Cemetery". If any of you know the place, keep it for yourself because I do not think that it is a good place to go... You will see why.
I have the habit of drinking maté and like to drink it in the traditional way and not tea bags.
I and my friend were having a little rest near the "Chinese Cemetery" while I was seeping on my maté. I felt some weight on my back and the bombilla (the metal straw for drinking maté) started to become a little foggy, I thought it was the temperature difference but it was not that.
My maté cup was those stainless ones and I had a traveling pot for hot water, the cup never fogged up like that even at the coldest days. (for people who does not know maté or bombilla I would want to post a picture later).
I hear a few people around whispering in Asian languages not in Japanese because I would have notice what they are whispering by now. I thought there were some non Japanese speakers with us and so I asked my friend. He hooked his head and asked me why.
Since it was early in the morning and it was sunny but very snowy. He did not suspect that it was something else other than people, he told me it may be some tourist... Now that I think of it there were not tourists but only us! Only the Side-Car people! And all of us (except me?) only spoke Japanese but not other languages! What is all this whispering and the weight on my back and the fog...
Everything was so strange at that moment but fortunately when we leave the area nothing more strange happened...
Do you think that is only my tiredness or is it the spirit around the cemetery appealing something to us?