1001 Horror Stories

Sinden Room

I am the youngest of three children. Perhaps, for some people assume that I am always spoiled by my two brothers. It's true, but unfortunately it didn't last long. The happy atmosphere in my house has changed since my two brothers grew up.

First brother had very rarely not slept at home because of the busy work he did. While the second brother, since college alone he has rarely been to gather with family again. Especially after he worked wandering which made me just like an only child at home.

For almost three years I have spent more time alone at home. My parents are busy with their work, although every night and weekend they must take time to gather together.

This is my everyday life. Being alone in the room, being among my brother's rooms that had been empty for a long time, made many strange events that I experienced. It was common for me to see a creature in all white clothes combing his hair while I was in the mirror, or hear the sound of fine singing from my brother's room, or when a bald little boy who always hitchhikes sleeps on top of my closet.

Or perhaps, the most spooky series of events during the week that I experienced six months ago. It was a tiring week because I was on project assignments from college. I always go home in the afternoon.

However, on Wednesday afternoon, when I returned home without thinking, I immediately threw my body into the mattress in my brother's room.

My brother's room this one has been almost two years unoccupied. People say, if 45 days the room is not inhabited, then there will be a waiter in it. There's been a lot of stuff going on in that room. Every Friday night Kliwon, there will be a female voice sneaking from the room. No one dared to sleep there.

But then somehow I suddenly went to sleep in that room. In fact, I never want to sleep again in one of my brother's two rooms. Maybe, because it was so tired, yes so I just went to any room. I fell asleep immediately too.

When I wake up at night, my shoulders feel heavy. I just left it because I thought it was because I was exhausted. Long story short, two days running, somehow I was hooked to sleep there. I always sleep there when I go home in the afternoon to the evening. But, somehow the more here my shoulder feels heavier. People around me said I was different in the last few days.

Until the next day, on Friday’at I returned home at half-five. The aura around my house is always different when it is entering the afternoon. Dad was already at home. He said he was done because the night before he was late until dawn. As usual, I just went straight to my brother's room and fell asleep there. I woke up around 10 p.m. because I was woken up by my mother.

I was out of control and seemed to obey whatever my body was doing. I suddenly sang a typical Javanese song and at that time I snapped at my mother who was in front of me. My eyes are very red, there is absolutely no white in my eyes. I kept yelling at my mother and the screams slowly turned into little giggles. It's definitely not my will. Something like moving my body. I can see and feel the surroundings, but I can't control this body. Soon my father came and held my head while reading Arabic.

My father read the verse of the chair many times. My God, my skin feels so hot and can't hold it. It was very hot to all over the body, until the fame by itself I cried out hysterically and then returned to sing the Javanese song softly and slowly. I was getting out of control, until the end…

I woke up lying on the floor in the living room. Many neighbors including my mother and father were around me. An old man, who was right next to me, kept trying to calm me down while reciting prayers. My head is very heavy and I still can't say a word.

Long story short, I have regained consciousness and have been doing activities like normal. I still remember the events on Friday night. Then, I ventured to ask my father what happened to me at that time. According to him, shortly after I entered the house, my father saw a woman in Javanese traditional clothes who held the shoulder and followed me to the brother's room. Dad was shocked and couldn't hold me back, because when he called my name so many times he said I kept on being ignorant and went into the room at that time. It was around 10 when my mother woke me up that I suddenly danced and sneered. Mom saw my hair was suddenly long and tied up like a pesinden. My hair is short as a shoulder. My eyes are big and deep red, he added.

Two days after that incident I still often daydreamed unclear, until finally Dad brought smart people to my house.

Apparently, according to the smart man, there are so many subtle creatures that are in the two rooms of my brother who was empty for a long time. In fact, according to him, the room of the scene was a gathering place for friends of subtle creatures invited by the room's waiter every night Jum’at.

From then on, my father, and Mother prayed, taught, and read the Qur’an in my brother's two rooms so that it slowly began to diminish its awesomeness. Now, six months after that incident, both of my brother's rooms have been visibly less haunted. Especially the room where the incident took place. In fact, my mother and father always took turns sleeping there, except for me who was still traumatized by the event. However, overall things have started to improve and are normal.

But there is still one strange one. Last night, I just realized that I heard the sound of a typical Javanese song under my own bedroom mattress.

**SAI**