A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 46 (if you live I miss part 2 )

The girl saw me when I drank the “kopi” she made

“How does it taste?”

I didn't answer

“Sweetest huh? I'll get you some sugar”

“Eh no, no”

I tried to be more aware, to see everything, this beautiful beautiful girl is beautiful like the artist of the capital, even I began to be sure if the angel really exists!

But in contrast, the seller's mother looked shabby, her face was like a skull taped to her makeshift skin, her hair even had caterpillars!, and this coffee tastes bitter, sesajen coffee! Complete with the smell of frankincense and flowers, even the shape of the texture and color is like blood!

I thought to myself, goosebumps, and occasionally glanced at the girl sitting right next to me, it seemed that she was uncomfortable I was silent, but I also did not know what to say.

"So the symbok said, the mas buy food and still leftovers, said the symbol of the money is still left over and given the symbol, given the symbol, therefore I decided to make coffee for the masnya” the girl said while playing the soles of her feet, she did not look at me

“Eh, so the mother was yambok kamu” I replied stiffly, as forced

“Yes, the symbol is my mother, father has never come here” arrived intonation of the girl's face was moody

“Where is your father?”

“Eh,” the girl is trying to cover something

“Work yes?” I'm chasing the word he said

“Only the two of us who have been here, father actually still hid.”

“Nduuukkk!”

Suddenly the mother of the seller sounded a bit loud, seemed to give the code to her son, so as not to reveal something

“What is mbok?” The girl looked as if she had a word cut, she turned her head as if she had been coded with a palm cuebok not to tell the truth.

“Bantuin symbok, the rice is mature please bring here ya nduk” said symbok to the girl

“Oh yes mas, I go inside first, help you simbok” said the girl while grinning, trying to melt the stiff atmosphere

“Eh,” I tried to prevent it, but what can I do?

Wait, whose name is you?”

A little yelling before entering his house he made a rather loud noise saying his name, then he said

“Call me VIT mas”

The girl smiled from behind the door, waving her hand

However,

Bruk k k…

A little loud, the seller's mother closed the house from the outside, apparently not like the conversation I had with her son, her voice sounded loud, so it offended me, she said,

How not, someone closed the door loudly in front of his guest.

I'm self-conscious, I have to go now, maybe it's too late, maybe the mother will close the stall, tomorrow morning I will definitely go to this place again.

I packed up my rain coat, put it in check on my dead phone, then headed south. The rain has stopped, and the journey will be more comfortable

I'm tired, I'm going to sleep, I'm going home.

I'm still in this unique village, the creeps are still so, a lot of unique things that I can't reveal, but ah, that girl entered my mind, making me nightbung, vit, she said, I must have come back to see you, I smiled a little, signifying my feelings of flowering.

Then there was a voice, it was like I was getting goosebumps again, the sound of saying His name was repeated over and over again,

I tried to clarify, increase the accuracy of my hearing, though,

Not wrong, I'm still thinking positively but

Holy hooch!

The sound was getting louder, louder, louder,

Holy hooch!

That voice is not a sound, though,

But the voice that was chanted when carrying the dead bodies!

Gosh, I got my breath choked, the steering wheel of my bike felt heavy, my breath up and down my chest felt beating very fast, I was like losing my direction, the bike I kept racing but slowly.

Arrive

A few small children walked towards me,

Not seeing me, not thinking I exist, not,

The boy was well-dressed, and full-fledged

Then some teenagers, passing me, walked a little hasty, they thought I was not there either

Then some fathers, walking in haste, passed me, passed my bike, did not see me, did not think I existed,

All men, no women

Then the back, there were eight to ten people, they walked in a line left and right, five on the right five on the left with one hand like lifting something, I didn't see what they were lifting, I didn't see what they were doing, but if you look carefully,

But the coffin is invisible!

Ticking my chest, saying our mouths were praying, hoping all this would pass quickly.

The group of eight to ten people passed me, I was in the middle of it in the middle of a hand that was like raising a corpse's coffin,

However, my heart was beating faster, the two people at the back of his face did not look like humans!

His eyes were glaring, only those two people were looking at me and only those two people were shapeless

The two people at the back, the steps were a bit limp and dragged, the face black with hair, I'm sure if they both had two big fangs left and right.

The two people at the back looked at me, her eyes were red, she was burning, looking at me inside, from the top of the bike I pretended not to see, but my body was shaking violently, indicating that I was terrified!

When right beside me I felt the hot temperatures of those two people, yes

Their bodies are so hot, I don't understand if this is me meeting a ghost? Genderuwo's?

Passing through them, my feelings were a little calmer, I prayed again, remembering the prayer to expel the soft, holy verse that I got from school, I said,

I prayed, until some time it was raining

I took shelter in one of the grocery stalls, pura pura to buy something

“Buk buy bread”

“Eh, where does night gini from nak?” A middle-aged mother kindly tried to get stale with me

“Oh from kondangan buk, my friend in Wonosari”

“Loh how to pass here?”

mother was a little surprised

“Aduh I forgot the path buk but earlier I passed the village eh this”

I tried to remember the village where the beautiful girl and the unique experience were

“Ah, KENDIL buk” village I remember

“Kendil Village?”

“Iya buk, near right from here?”

The mother thought for a moment while giving me my ordered bread

“Nak here there is no such thing as KENDIL village, the mother is the wife of the village chief here, there is no way the mother does not know”

“Hah?”

I was shocked, the mother's words strengthened my opinion, I entered the realm of supernatural beings!

“Where to go?”

The friendly saleswoman was interested in my story, she seemed curious

“Eh here buk” I kind of stammered, shocked by what happened

I explained the direction to the mother, remembering the route I went through

The mother breathed deeply, tried to calm herself down, then said wisely and patted me on the shoulder

“Nak, there is no cemetery village, pedestal * landu, the cemetery itself is named Wijoyo Kusumo”

My mother tried to calm me down

(*The pedestal is a dense forest)

“This child is already night, you are now fast home, if there is time tomorrow you are here again, mother delivery if you do not believe, now you must quickly go home, ablution, and pray”

I nodded, not saying anything, my feelings were unwary, furious, tired, tired and tired…

heartbroken, though,

Vit, I hope this love is reciprocated

My motorbike turned on, I went home, on the road a little rain, I deliberately did not wear a coat, my anger affected everything, until my home ablution, performing worship and praying, praying,

My mother's father was surprised to see me worship, supposedly worship at home they said it was a strange thing, and rare to happen.

But here I am now.

Some time passed, I searched for a place I never found, I tried to talk to the people around them agreed if I went into the grave, it is true that there were children and mothers who died a few years ago, and it is true that mother and child as I see them, are exactly named as the beautiful girl said, and the old people say it is also true if the grave waiter is an old woman wearing a kebaya and always carrying a stick and likes to knock the stick to let her guests into the realm of supernatural beings/ the cemetery, that,

And it was also true when I entered that other realm, there were residents who died and all who delivered men on the grounds that the time was quite late and the request of the deceased body if it should be buried when the Maghrib before Isa.

All the information from the surrounding residents, my search on the internet, and the chat with my friend said if at that time I entered the realm of supernatural beings, maybe most likely if I went into the grave, he said, or any other nature in the grave.

But there is one strange thing, I did not tell my friend, or anyone, or anything,

This feeling always bothered me, haunted me, I could not control it, ever when I thought too deeply and I cried, I cried,

Just something I want to say but can't, different nature, pamali, disrespectful, unkind, and sinful!

– vit I miss