A Bunch of Horror Stories
episode 2 (night visitor)
A few years ago, when I came home for a semester break, word got out there was a serial killer roaming our small town. The news is crowded in the Whatsapp group whose message asks residents to be careful and vigilant. Although the police have clarified that the news is a hoax, but still many residents are still worried by the news.
According to residents, the serial killer, purportedly killed his victims by chopping using a machete. Then buried him somewhere that until then, was not found by the police.
Residents also suspect that the serial killer is a patient of the "Definitely Waras" Mental Hospital located in the suburbs. He escaped through the ceiling of the hospital, broke through the purple-painted concrete cliffs and jumped from the building to cross the 3-meter-high fort walls. He fell on the cassava trees that thrived outside the hospital fortress safely.
The serial killer then walked carelessly through the cassava garden. Along the way, he had damaged dozens of cassava trees so that many leaves and stems were broken and some were even toppled. The direction of the road forms a kind of path with the damage of cassava trees are very severe as a sign. He then arrives at the home of an old farmer. Kill the couple with their machete.
The serial killer then disappeared with a machete and a honement belonging to the farmer, so the story that developed by word of mouth among the citizens.
In the midst of the incessant issue, Om Bagus and Aunt Tuti who used to travel out of town for business, became very worried. You see, the babysitter who used to sleep and help with home affairs, has been home a month to his village in Gombong and never gave any more news. While Dimas, their son - who is also my cousin - was 7 years old, too small to be said to be able to take care of himself.
Finally, they were forced to ask me to stay at his house. They will only go for 2 days 1 night and go home, they promise to bring souvenirs for me and Dimas.
Actually without being lured by souvenirs and gifts I want to keep and accompany Dimas. I don't have a sister and she's a jolly kid. In some ways, he can be very fun. One thing that I do not like about Dimas is his nature that sometimes likes to plug aka spoiled. Maybe it was because he was an only child. While Om and Aunt, as far as I know, always grant Dimas's wishes and wishes.
I responded to their request with a note, Dimas should not be fussy and should be willing to obey my orders. Dimas agrees. He promised not to be fussy and willing to comply. Dimas even felt very happy when I promised for two days that I would teach him to play computer.
On the appointed day, I came early in the morning to Om Bagus' house. They seemed busy preparing everything for departure. I brought a laptop and some novels that I would read while accompanying Dimas.
Before leaving, Auntie Tuti had cooked enough food for us, as well as providing a number of snacks in jars and in the refrigerator.
After they left, I wasted no time and immediately taught Dimas to play the computer. It does not take long for Dimas to understand the various programs and applications contained in the laptop. He quickly absorbed and digested everything I taught him. He turned out to be a smart kid!
After feeling sure Dimas didn't need any additional clues, I immediately let him tinker with the laptop and I myself sat not far from him, immersed in my favorite novel.
When the time of Dzuhur arrived, I invited Dimas to lunch and pray. Dimas said happily, after which he returned to the laptop and fiddled with it again. Likewise when the time came ashar, I told him to take a bath and he complied without fuss. I was pleased with his obedient attitude.
Finally night came, after dinner and washing dishes, I told Dimas to brush his teeth after that only allowed to watch TV until 9.
9 O'clock is bedtime for Dimas.
He told me to go into his room to sleep. I myself was still sitting on the sofa, trying to resist the drowsiness to finish the last chapters of the novel I read accompanied by a TV that I lit up in a loud voice.
At 10:30 I was very sleepy and I finished reading the novel. Dimas suddenly opened the room door by slamming so that it made a very loud noise.
I was of course surprised by Dimas's behavior. For a while I saw Dimas standing in the doorway and looking at me in a strange way, he then went outside the room and said he wanted to pee into the bathroom located near the kitchen.
"After that sleep again." I said with a still remaining sense of surprise. Dimas did not reply, half running he went to the bathroom but he just stood in the kitchen doorway. He then stepped back towards me with a strange-looking facial expression.
"Sister, Dimas's hungry." Said.
"Eating this clock is bad for your health." I said, counselling him.
"But Dimas is hungry Brother."
"Here you go, go to the room and sleep."
"No, Dimas's hungry."
I felt annoyed with his colossal attitude that came suddenly like that.
"No, Dimas wants fried rice!" He said with a loud tone.
"Fried rice cooker away Dimas, at the end of the road. I ate a snack."
"Wouldn't want.want fried rice." He said by forcing. The little man who was so obedient had suddenly changed his temper. He then whined with the sound of a forced scream! Dimas wants fried rice!!!
I was really upset about his behavior and felt sorry why I wanted to accompany this child of colocation.
Finally I relented to stop the whining and took out some ten thousand bills to buy some fried rice. Dimas impatiently pulled my hand out of the door. Arriving outside, I automatically stepped to the left where from a distance there was a fried rice angkringan lamp that was still brightly lit. But strangely Dimas grabbed my hand very firmly and pulled me in the opposite direction.
"You're why!" Snatch me
"Sssstttt brother. Listen, when Dimas went to the kitchen, Dimas saw someone hiding under the table. He looks weird and evil. Come on, let's go to the police station!" Dimas. "He might be the serial killer."
I was stunned for a moment, trying to grasp the truth of Dimas' words. But finally, after some deliberation, I decided to go to the police station not too far from home and report what Dimas saw.
Dimas himself very enthusiastically told everything to the officer, while I yawned many times resisting sleepiness.
A few minutes later a group of police came to Om Bagus' house and managed to catch a thin sunken-eyed man. He was hiding under the kitchen table exactly as Dimas told him. Police officers took the man to their offices for questioning. A piece of evidence in the form of a machete that is very slippery and very sharp because it is often sharpened seized by officers.
Before being raised to the top of the police double cabin car, the thin sunken-eyed man seemed unstoppable to keep looking at me. I couldn't forget his horrible look. It really made my blood freeze. There seemed to be a mysterious power behind that gaze that made me shiver and feel faint.
The next day, at breakfast, Dimas told me that he could not sleep that night and intended to ask me for permission to play laptop. But he was afraid I wouldn't allow it. So for a few minutes he stood up and peeked at me from the door of his room which he opened just a slit in the eye.
When she hesitated to bother me, who was reading a novel with a loud TV voice, Dimas saw someone coming in through the window, just behind me. The man then stood up with a grinning smile while brandishing the machete and pointing it at my head - to be exact, to my neck. It seemed, with just one sabet alone, the thin machete would instantly sever my neck. Beheading mercilessly to separate the head with my shoulders; where should my head be.
Dimas was really scared. He slammed the door of the room as hard as he was driven by fear and an immeasurable shock. Dimas himself did not expect the door to slam so hard, that it made the person who brandished the machete startled and ran very quickly into the kitchen. The man then hid under the table.
I was stunned to hear his story. I can barely believe it.
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A few months later, when I went back to college and forgot all about it, my friends who were staying nearby were, it's about a serial murder case committed by a psychopath in a small town where we live.
The police chief who led the disclosure of the case explained the psychopath's modus operandi. In the act, the psychopath enters through a window and kills his victim from behind. Then chop it up and bury it in a few different places. Until the time the police chief explained the case, 27 graves had been found burying pieces of human bodies. The graves were found in 5 different locations in my small town.
"There was one hole we found on the edge of the Perhutani forest, near a cassava plantation owned by residents, which contained pieces of body that came from two people. We suspect it's pieces of the body of a cassava farmer's husband and wife who reportedly disappeared several months ago." The police chief said in a press release that was covered by so many journalists.
The news went on to make headlines across national TV networks for days and also went viral on various social media.
While I myself feel shaken and at the same time grateful.
No matter how I remember, I was so upset with a little boy who was whining to buy fried rice at half-eleven p.m.
You should know what Dimas did, it was the best way to save myself from being chopped up and dismembered by that psychopath then buried somewhere that no one would ever find.
Even today, I still often feel traumatized if there are friends or relatives who invite me to buy fried rice at night.***
