The Tree That Won’t Let Go

I slid through the side fence at Sungai Lembing Tin Mine Museum area after closing—yeah, stupid, I know.
The air went cold the second my torch hit the old rail track, like the dark was waiting for me to look.
Then I saw it: a fig tree root strangling a rusted cart wheel, tight like a fist… and the leaves were moving with zero wind.
A makcik walking past just said, “Don’t call names here,” and kept going like that’s normal.
I didn’t run. I just walked out slower than I walked in… because something felt right behind my neck.