A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village

S1 - Ch. 1 - Nightmares in Ghost Village

On Monday morning, the weather was a little hot. Sunlight dropped as much as possible, and there were almost no shadows on the ground. The leaves curled up, and people could not lift their spirits.

Initially, all have been calculated by happily waiting for an adventure in a village. Akbar was born with Arman, Salsa and Dinda in a big city far from the silence and cool of the countryside.

This is an experience they are looking forward to.

Without guessing what mystery would await them. Like all groups, they were very happy during the trip.

The first day of arriving in the village was all still normal.

The second day, the residents also friendly entertain them with a variety of dishes typical of the village.

On the third day ...

We should all be enjoying the atmosphere of the village, we should also now be cool to wander around the village. But our beautiful shadow was replaced by a nightmare.

I don't know who started this whole thing, nobody knows the truth. When the sun starts to fall asleep.

The originally warm atmosphere became cold frozen.

There was a terrible silence.

Haunt us all. Gave us a very long and horrible nightmare.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa—!!."

Immediately after, horrified screams erupted from the crowd.

"Blood!!."

"Kill!!!"

"Mother, I want to go home. wuuu—."

They started to get agitated, discussing that terrifying scene.

"Are we having a supernatural incident?."

They also took out their phones and tried them one by one, but they were unsuccessful.

"Why is this?."

"What's up, no signal."

“What?,” asked Akbar.

"Hey, what is this! Get out and report to the police-station-"

"How is it, the gates of his village have disappeared."

Five words are scary.

Everyone: "..."

After passing through the school gate it was confirmed that what they encountered was a supernatural event.

"How come? This morning is fine." Of course, the three of them did not believe it.

This morning the road was still the entrance to the village and now, there is still, but the place where the door should have been a wall.

Everyone's eyes were now fixed on that overly calm student.

Everyone: "...."

"How can you do so many things in such a short time?."

A teacher suddenly said: "I remember you. You are Akbar Rayyan Alfarizqi, who has always been the first in the class!."

When something like this happens all of a sudden, most people feel embarrassed. And this student was too calm, not even an adult could do his attention.

Akbar was inspecting the newly emerging wall, and casually replied, "It should be so."

What should be ?!

Ridiculous as hell, they were a group of adults, but now they vaguely considered teenagers as the backbone.

Akbar: "No."

Arman could not help but ask, "Did you see something?."

This wall was seamlessly connected to the other walls, and even the degree of obsolescence was the same, as if it should be, the school gate had never existed. This is definitely not something that humans can do.

Akbar already had an idea in his mind, but he didn't say it. If he showed it, it would be a disaster.

So it's no use!

The clock points to twelve to forty-five.

Faintly Akbar felt a cold wind approaching his body, really it was two hands invisible figure. The hands were tangled and cracked like dead tree trunks, but they were heavy and hard with the gloomy cold from hell.

He could not see the owner of the hand, but felt his hand was brown with a hint of red silk like a bloodstain.

"Damn it!."

Akbar could see that the people around him did not see the figure trying to strangle him at all. So even though he was still drowning in nightmares, he clearly understood that he had met the ghost press again.

The withered hands strangled her neck and continued to hold her tightly until she would not breathe. He suddenly shouted for some reason, "wa qur rabbi a'ekihu bika min hamazatisy-syayatin, wa a'ekihu bika rabbi ay awurukin !!."

"Aaaaaaaa—." His hand was pulled back as if he was being doused in hot water, with a sharp groan. "How dare you!."

Akbar heaved a sigh of relief, but the hand of the tree, which did not wait for him to get up and leave completely, stretched out again like revenge.Although hesitant but firm and painful, he had to bring him into the darkness.

Turns out it's a cold hand bone attached.

Akbar was startled and said a few words out loud before struggling to break free.

The knock on his shoulder, at the right time made him a little more awake, and the people who appeared after him made him more relaxed.

The horrors of the events of this morning are still felt until when the afternoon sun shines on all of them, Akbar and his three friends, feeling that a terrifying nightmare just now seems to have been born in the last century away.

The case is simple and the facts are clear.

However, this was also extremely cruel and bloody, which horrified him.