A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 41 (the end of part 1)

Aaaarrrgggh…

The screams were heard almost every night sometimes making me sleepless. The screaming in pain seemed to come from the warehouse behind the house that made me curious to go there, but my father strictly forbade to go there.

The screams have been heard since my mother's death. I don't know why mom died?. Even the body was out of nowhere?, which I know was rumored to have died by someone who threw a letter through the window on the night of my birthday.

I tried a new way that I found in the browser but the results are nil. My eyes refused to close, nor did sleepiness ever come. I curled up in fear behind a blanket saying we read a prayer because the scream had not yet ended.

"oh my god, why am I the only one who hears it!”.

“Mira!, wake up baby” exclamation someone woke me up gently.

“Hah! I can sleep” I said in my heart with a look of wonder. How could I have slept last night when the screams seemed to be approaching me. Uh! I don't want to think about it.

I woke up with eyes that were still heavy for me to open, seen a warm smile from a beautiful woman who was none other than my mother. Dad remarried to a woman named Linda but, I called her aunty.

I walked limp to school and occasionally yawned, the cool air wrapped in the cool breeze made me like sleeping while walking. Usually I was escorted by my father in a car but my father was so busy with his wife, the usual newlyweds but his son became a victim!.

“Fate”.

The lesson began and went smoothly but, in the midst of my lesson again brought a very heavy drowsiness, my eyes must be held so as not to close, who can not stand drowsiness?.

At the end of this I was difficult to fall asleep even last night I slept only for a while. That scream made me shit!.

As usual I came home late in the afternoon because my school activities were quite crowded. I walked into the gate limp from being so tired and suddenly a woman appeared to surprise me. His body was full of blood so stinging that I had to close my nose, his hair randomly shut down part of his pale face and many puncture marks adorned his body until his bone was clearly in the eye.

“Who are you?”. I gulped at it, my hair all stood up, my body trembled and my eyes glared unblinkingly in fear. He just smiled for a while and then went to the back of the house.

Fear did overwhelm me however, my curiosity was too high that I followed it too. I was behind the woman while settling into the sludge, afraid she knew that I was following her. My eyes felt familiar to the knee-length white shirt she was wearing.

“hiss.. Where the hell is that ghost!” hisisku.

He stopped right somewhere.

“warehouse, what's he doing here!”. I got more and more astonished and out of nowhere all the blood and the prick disappeared.

“Any!” I screamed and I shut my mouth and hid. He looked over and smiled cynically for a moment.

I was made even more astonished, the night came so fast when it was early afternoon.

“What is this?” I said half in disbelief.

Two men in black robes used face coverings then, dragging the woman into the warehouse. I wanted to help the woman, but strangely I couldn't hold her hand and strangely the two men didn't see me.

The door was tightly shut and soon the exact same scream I had always heard. The two men came out laughing happily while opening the cover of his face.

“Aaaaa.. that person!” hysterical scream

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“Miraaaaaa!” My teacher woke me up.

“What's buk?” I woke up and was surprised to make all the students laugh.

“Yeah, I fell asleep. So shy!” I said in my heart.

“You sleeping? do not appreciate the tired mother talking at length earlier.so, finish school you clean the toilet point do not pack a coma. Oh yes PRnya ask to Nara!” the teacher was very upset.

“Luckily no one nyadar” gratefully.

After cleaning the toilet, I was still thinking about the dream that seemed very real.

“That incident was like giving me a clue but, instead of a dream just a sleeping flower. Ahh come home!” myrag.

All the way home from school, my mouth couldn't stop talking about the dream and so did my mind. Fortunately, no one said I was crazy for talking to myself. I decide to go to the warehouse later.

The white jeep stopped near me and someone came out calling my name. I turned and looked in wonder because he was wearing sunglasses so I didn't know him.

“It's om, Mira” he said while opening glasses.

“Oh! Om Bagas”

“Loh really just meet the same om, usually you are the most excited” tejeknya. I just smiled forcedly while turning my face the other way hearing his answer.

Om Bagas was my mother's brother. He was a kind person, when I was devastated by the death of my mother, his entertainment made me sad to lose coupled with the gifts he always gave that always made me excited to meet him however, he said, now I feel lazy to talk.

My mind still holds that dream!.

“Back home om, om have a gift for you!” I nodded slowly and got into the car.

It was late but I kept pushing my feet towards somewhere. The screams and dreams overshadowed my mind until I couldn't bear to hold it back any longer despite the feeling of wasp and fear enveloping the leg.

Both eyes were staring around the warehouse, there was nothing strange about it.

But not long ago a subtle whisper was heard.

“Tamak treasure!” that's the word said over and over again.I tried to calm my heart that beats very fast as if it wants to be dislodged by thinking it might just hallucinate me.

My hand reached for the door algae with a sigh but then my hand was pulled by someone away from the door.

“Why the hell is dad? I can't enter the barn. There's something you've been hiding!” I know it was Dad.

“You how many times you have to ban you, later you know too!” I cried no less loudly than my voice. I looked at my father's eyes full of annoyance while holding back tears and then, went towards the room.

I cuddled a white teddy bear giving om Bagas while crying “I just miss mom dad! There are so many memories with mom” I whispered to a doll that reminds me of mom. The child who is not sad left behind by someone who has been a backstop when sad, becomes a light in every journey of his life, let alone left unexpectedly it not only damages my mind but also my heart. Crying will not take away sadness.

The knocking of the door rang out, making me quickly wipe away the tears then I opened the door slowly and stood up a woman who had a warm smile.

“Mira, aunty wants to sleep here your father has a meeting with Bagas outside the city” said aunt linda.

“Please enter aunt”

“Makasih Mira, uh wait a minute kok your eyes moist anyway. You're crying?” tanyanya held my face. He was silent for a moment looking at me.

“Mira! You must be coming back with dad, again, auntie know you feel very lost someone you love very much but you should not be late in your sadness and another father forbid you may be afraid of what happens because it is night! Think positive ya”.

I nodded my head.

“Tante promise you will be a good mother even if not as perfect as your mother” aunt Linda raised a little finger and then clamped with my little finger as well, then crying on his shoulder even though I was still haunted by the dream shadow.

Tonight I sleep with aunt linda and occasionally wake up because of strange dreams that occur.

“Until when will this end and not cause a question mark” I thought.