An original article by Mohd. Ikhwan Abd. Ghani from Mastika. Translated by yours truly.
Zamry pacing around aimlessly. His mouth hasn't stopped mumbling since morning. After the car accident, he was no longer the same person. He was cheerful, easy to approach and talkative. But now, he's hot-tempered, gloomy, and quiet. Other people in the village were afraid to approach him.
Every evening he would pace around the village. The 25 year-old young man's mood worked just like the weather. Sometimes cheerful and calm, sometimes moody and easily irritated.
His mother was very worried about her son, so she asked Wak Leman to give him a job and Wak Leman agreed to take Zamry as a home builder.
The first month of his new job, Zamry went back to his old self. Happy and hardworking, often produced good work. However, after a month, he changed to the opposite. He would get irritated very easily and sometimes even refused to report to work.
One evening, Zamry was working at a roof top when Pak Ngah Derus came around and joked with him, just like what he always do.
"Zamry!!! Sit properly, will ya? Or else you'll fall and break your legs, and then you won't be that handsome anymore!" He joked followed by a tiny giggle. But Zamry just stared at him with a blank expression. To him, Pak Ngah Derus was making fun of him, but the truth is, he was only just joking.
That night, Zamry couldn't sleep. Pak Ngah Derus' words kept playing in his mind, and got furious each time thinking about it. He also couldn't stop cursing.
2 a.m., Zamry finally got up from bed and headed to Pak Ngah Derus' home after pacing for about like 1o minutes at his garden. The distance from his home to Pak Ngah Derus' place was only 70 metres, but there were no other houses nearby Pak Ngah Derus' house. When he arrived, he noticed that the front light at the stairway was on, which indicated that someone hasn't asleep yet.
Mumbling again, he made his way to the stairway, he saw an axe lying aside and without thinking twice, he picked it up and continue his way up. He was lucky enough to find everyone in the house was alseep. 4 kids of age between 5 to 10 were sleeping at the living room. Zamry stepped over them and went upstairs. He went to Pak Ngah Derus' room and slowly opened the door, he saw him sleeping soundly inside there with his wife. Zamry got even more furious when he saw him, and words were playing in his mind again. So he took steps closer and swung his axe and chopped his neck.
"Allahuakhbar!" Pak Ngah Derus screamed.
His wife woke up from her sleep and was shocked to see her husband being chopped again and again, so she screamed. To shut her up, Zamry chopped her as well.
Their eldest daughter, Intan, heard screams and went to her parents' room to see what was going on. She was shocked to see her parents covered in a pool of blood. She ran downstairs to get some help. Just as she placed her hand on the door knob, Zamry chopped her from the back before she could turn around.
The other 4 grandchildren was still sleeping soundly, not knowing what on earth was happening. Zamry was cruel enough to get close to them and ...
ZAPPP... ZAPPP... ZAPPP... ZAPPP...
The kids screamed just as Zamry chopped them one by one. He'd already lost his mind. After he finished, he laughed with himself.
The next afternoon, Jamil, Pak Ngah Derus' eldest son, came to the house to visit his 4 children. He felt a little strange to see the front light still on even though it was already 2 p.m.. Jamil shouted greetings at the door few times but only greeted with silence. After that he heard soft and weak groans and tiny cries coming from the house. He had no choice but to break in. He nearly dropped dead to see his sister, Intan was dead lying at the doorstep covered in a pool of dried blood.
Heart thumping, he then ran upstairs panickly and wailed when he saw his 4 kids lying on the floor, barely alive. Luckily, 2 of them was still alive. He immediately called the police and ambulance, they arrived 30 minutes later. In the mean time waiting for the police, he found his parents dead in their room, also covered with blood as if they'd just had a blood bath.
The police found the axe with blood and believed that it was used as a weapon. And they later instantly found out the killer.
Zamry went missing after committing the crime. News spread around the village and no one dared to step out of their homes. Sundry shops and coffee shops were all closed as well.
3 days later Zamry was successfully captured after was found hiding in a small jungle. He later admitted the crime, and was sentenced to death. They call it "Gantung sampai mati". This tragedy is now still fresh in the residents' minds as if it just happened the day before.
Note: This happened during the year of 1998, in a small state located at the west. There were 7 family members in that house, 5 were found dead (Pak Ngah Derus, wife, Intan and 2 grandchildren), and 2 were seriously injured (2 other grandchildren). This true story was told by a resident in that village to the Mastika journalist.
Lesson learnt: Don't ever look down on people with mental problems. This is a serious problem and it is getting worse day by day. Seek treatment at once before anything bad happens. Tweet
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