When mother and I visited her home village, a local boy invited me to go fishing in a river. After we reached a river and spent some time there, we heard a voice saying “po, popo… popopo.” It was like a birdcall or human voice. We turned around to the source of the sound, and found an incredibly tall woman with a hat. I and the local child saw each other, stunned but the woman was gone before we realized it.
The next day, all of a sudden, the boy I went fishing with died. There were no wounds on his body. Not even a scratch. The boy was not out of bed for a long time after sunrise, so his mother went to his room to awake him and found him dead. I was asked by adults if there was something strange about the boy and I answered he was not injured or did not have coughs, but that we met a strange woman voicing “po..popo.”
No sooner had I said so than all the adults went pale and the parents of the dead boy collapsed in tears. My mother also changed color, and I was made to go home with my mother and relatives. I got blindfolded and was taken to a station by car. At that time on the way to the station, I heard that voice “popopo.” By the time we reached the station, the voice faded away. This is a story of my experience about 15 years ago when I was a brat, and I still sometimes think what that was.
