A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 1 (english teacher)

That night the four of us drove to Alex's house. Me and Tony sat in the back. Ginting sat in front accompanying Alex to drive. The remnants of the influence of the wine is still not lost from our heads when the car drove down the streets of Bandung City which began to be quiet. Along the way, we joked and chatted and laughed the same way we used to when we were teenagers.

That day we were surprised to meet unexpectedly.

It's all a coincidence! After years of separation and never having a reunion, we were reunited at a wedding reception for a high school friend. We are happy and suprise. Then mocked each other because they were single and no one dared to marry.

After attending the reception, suddenly comes up with the idea of hanging out behind Alex's house. Ginting was the first to propose. The back yard of Alex's house is spacious and comfortable. Very suitable to wear hanging out. We used to go to school almost every time we hung out there. Working on group assignments or making PR, but we more often use that backyard to play cards or play games. Sometimes while drinking, smoking and watching porn.

Among us, Alex's economic condition was indeed the best. Both of his parents worked at the Central Government Agency and held a position although not a high position. Alex is an only child. They have a lot of savings and some very profitable investments. Therefore, even though both of his parents are now dead, Alex is still living well even though he has 2 months unemployed.

We agreed, after we finished attending the reception we planned to go home to Alex.

We did not have any problems caused by the vehicle when it left the reception hall. Me and Ginting headed for the reception using an angkot. While Toni, because she does not want complicated, she ride ojeg online. Even if he actually has his own car.

Before heading home to Alex's house, we accidentally stop by our school first, look at him from a distance and get carried away by the triumphant romance of the past. While the sentimental mood of the high-hearted singles, who always fail in finding the right girl, so thick affects us. When we found the old shop that was crammed into the corner of the street, we couldn't bear to stop by.

We sat there and drank wine glass after glass, exchanging stupid stories that made us talk together.

Since we were in grey uniforms, we often skipped to stop by the tavern. Drunk and looking for work at school. Alex is sometimes the boss and treats us. Sometimes he's a boke, he doesn't have any money.

We remember that if Alex was short of money to buy palm wine, we were always looking for weak school children to target. Our casualties are quite numerous. But only one victim we think is most memorable.

We don't know the name of the boy. The guy is skinny, small and short. Wearing glasses and always scared to look at us. He has a lot of pocket money that we can confiscate easily. We also twice deprived him of his phone which is always to the latest output. Although he whined to beg that the phone we did not take, but he has what power? After we kick and beat, then he wants to go battered and give up his phone we take - then we sell it at a cheap price.

I remember exactly that moment, when the boy left us battered and hurt, how his eyes shone brightly with vengeance.

Bodo is great! He's a rich kid and his parents won't fall poor because his son lost pocket money and cell phones.

A few weeks later, we never saw the boy again. We have heard that the boy was killed. He fell from the 2nd floor of his house. According to gossip grapevine of his classmates, it is said that he fell because he accidentally jumped from the balcony. He killed himself.

Hearing the news, we were a bit sad as well. Not because there are no more people who can be traded with a considerable amount of money. But that kid can actually be quite a jerk if he wants to. He could have joined our friends and group if he had not always been afraid every time he met us.

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It was late at night when we left the shop. Not to forget, we bought a few more bottles as a stock. We plan to spend the night until morning making friends with memories and drinks in that spacious and comfortable backyard.

We immediately penetrated the streets of Bandung which began to be quiet while singing like parrots. After passing through the Cicaheum terminal, the car turns left on an uphill and steep road to Alex's house.

Alex lives in an elite housing complex located on a hilltop. I remember, to go to the complex, many streets were blocked with bamboo fences by local residents. That means that the riders who pass avoid slipping into the abyss. Over the years since the complex was built, many victims have fallen into the abyss. During the day, you can see car and motorcycle carcasses at the bottom of the ravine in terrible conditions. Many scavengers and fleasmen have tried to get down the ravine and pick up car or motorcycle fragments that sell well in the thrift market, but they rarely actually manage to get them. They often left quickly and hurriedly from the abyss with pale faces and trembling bodies.

But Alex had a real road in the area. He did it every day for years without experiencing a single slip or slip. After all he was a skilled driver. He even claimed to have passed the road half-asleep and reached his home safe.

So, me and two other friends had absolutely no reason to worry even though he was now driving half drunk.

Alex drove his vehicle at a calm and steady average speed. He was half-drunk, but his hands and feet were very adept at driving this four-wheeled vehicle. While driving, he sang and laughed together.

We pierced through the thick fog that was already common in this area.

At the moment when we were laughing and singing, immersed in the euphoria of absurd excitement, suddenly from behind the fog, a shadow of a bespectacled High School boy appeared. He stood a few meters in front of the muzzle of the car right in the middle of the road. His body was thin, small and short. Both of his white pias hands gave a stop sign. Soliciting stop.

Alex very nimbly stepped on the brake pedal and stopped the vehicle suddenly. But when the car stopped, the shadow of the glasses boy suddenly disappeared.

"I can't hit him." Said Alex.

Toni who is the most timid person among us, his body suddenly trembled so that the car became swaying forward and backward.

"I. That's the ghost of the boy... Lex.. I remember his glasses" he said in a tone of fear that could not be hidden.

At that time we were all under the influence of palm wine, but that doesn't mean we don't understand what Toni was afraid of. We need a few more sips of palm wine so that our guts don't become faint.

"You're silent." Ginting. "Indeed, if he's a ghost, what can he be. You stop shaking..."

Suddenly Alex lifted up to his two arms, breaking away from the handle of the steering.

"Hey..wait a minute..." Alex said, his voice now the most trembling. He realized something.

"This car is wobbling because the front of the wheel is crossing the road. We almost fell into the abyss!" Alex said in a surprised tone.

Me, Ginting and Toni were flabbergasted. We looked forward and saw the horrifying depths of the abyss through the windshield of the car. The moonlight that was originally hidden by clouds, appeared suddenly and illuminated the very steep bottom of the gorge. Sharp rocks and carcasses as they move are waving at us.

"Hey you're all retreating." Alex said as the car felt increasingly leaning forward.

"The child's ghost has prevented us from jumping into the ravine.. ha ha ha ha. let's retreat, we're going outside through the back door." Alex said happily making us all feel relieved.

"It turns out he's a good ghost." Excited Ginting, "Let's just calm down, all of you." He said as he crept up the backrest of the car seat to move to the back. "We must have survived."

Alex caught up with Ginting and finally the four of us jostled in the back seat. Now we feel the rear tire of the car treading to the ground.

We all feel relieved.

But I feel something is strange. I've been trying to open this back door but it's stuck. And so does Toni. Ginting and Alex's efforts to help open up were also in vain.

Alex was cursing as he continued to try to open the door. Yet failed. Meanwhile, the fog started to go and in the back glass window I saw clearly the glasses boy grinning.

His eyes lit up with vengeance.

"You must die!!!!"

We all heard that horrible voice.

The car was shaking from outside. We became very panicked and hysterical, wracked by the growing fear of falling. We screamed and chided each other and made futile movements to open the door of the stalled car.

While the glasses boy was laughing with a shrill laughter while continuing to shake the back of the car.

I tell you honestly, that panic is actually what speeds up the process of this car rolling down.

The gap was very steep and deep. Full of sharp stones.

Before we finally heard the sound of a very loud explosion, I still had time to hear the sound of laughter of the child's terrible glasses.

BLAMMMM!!!!

It's all over. But death is not the end of the story, I also have some grudges that I must complete.***