A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 76 (nocturnal nesy of ghost catcher )

It was an afternoon I will never forget. This happened when I was 10 years old. That afternoon I was playing with my peers. We were chatting on the porch of my house.

As people say, in the afternoon before the magrib should not go out of the house. It's better to stay inside and close the door. I remember those words. Until now I thought that word had a point.

When magrib me and my friends were still engrossed in our chatter while laughing on the porch of my house.

But two minutes later…

Suddenly my brother came out of the house carrying his car. He came to us and asked. Put on a confused face.

“Try you guys see what picture?” ask my sister while showing us a photo.

When we were all on the porch, he was alone and my pet dog named Kolin was in the house at the time. I don't know. My brother said he saw Kolin sitting in the back room of our kitchen with a very nice pose to take a photo with. Then my brother thoughtlessly took a photo together with my pet dog.

At first, a few times the results were good. But this last one is different? The result of his shot was only a picture of the floor and long unraveled hair without any face. To be honest, I wrote this story with goosebumps.

My brother told me and my friends the chronology. Our name is still a child so we don't know much about it. I think it was just a mistake. Mending a re-photo. But my brother decided not to take any more pictures that afternoon. But he still kept the photo.

When my house was at home, my brother asked my parents and my brother. When they were questioned, they answered that it was just a mistake. Maybe when I want to take a picture, my brother's hand rocked so it digs that way. Though if you pay attention again clearly the photo is like someone with an abstract face. Just like kuntilanak.

The next day, my sister asked her friends at school. Some of his friends said it was a ghost photo. But not a few people doubted the photo. The time of the ghost photos? Said my other brother's friend.

Finally my brother asked his close friend Novira. He said it was a ghost photo. Kuntilanak. Pantesan was taken because my brother took pictures when magrib. His friend suggested that my brother would be better off deleting the photo immediately.

Strange magical bin, when the photo was deleted by my brother with very clear eyes, the photo was indeed erased. But why is it that when my brother is fad to look back at the contents of the gallery, the photo still remains. It was already deleted. My brother was half-dead in fear and reported this to my father.

It seems my father is not too worried about this. My father took my brother's device and looked back at the photo. Papa advised my brother not to take pictures when approaching magrib. After that my Papa deleted the photo, and finally deleted. Right, there's no more in my brother's gallery.

But…

The next day, my brother fell ill. So strange! Suddenly my brother called Papa to pick her up at school. He said he was not feeling well. Once at home, his body began to patio hot! Nausea and vomiting. My sister also had a squeeze until she was finally dehydrated. Surprisingly, he had absolutely nothing to eat that strange food. But why would you take that?

But not until that story.

Two days later, my mother suddenly became ill. His feet were very unreasonable. My mom's a tailor. We thought, oh maybe Mama worked too hard with her sewing machine so her legs were swollen. In fact, my mom said she wasn't that heavy working with her sewing machine. This feels weird to my mom.

We think Mama's leg will heal on its own if it temporarily stops the sewing schedule. Apparently not. It got worse and made us confused. Why did it get so festering like Mama's feet? Then we decided to take my mom to the doctor. The doctor said Mama's leg was infected.

It took more than a week for Mama to recover and get back to sewing again.

Mama is finally healed. But wait, not yet gone. We truly believe that it was a ghost photo after my brother and I fell ill together. At the same time my brother and I were not feeling well. We have fever, flu and cough. Bizarrely. Why can it be at the same time?

“What not-don't because of that photo yesterday?” my question is in my heart.

We were made to think.

Good thing my dad often gets out of town. Although at first we felt anxious as well, did Papa fall ill there too? Pity that if you get sick there, no one takes care of Papa. Apparently not, Papa's in there all right. There are even Papa who is worried about us who are here.

it was really a real incident that managed to make my hair go up. Every time I tell about it I feel scared. Even though it happened a long time ago. If I was 22 now, that would have been 12 years ago. Just when I was in elementary school and my brother was in high school.

Seeeereeemmmmm!

The pain can be. Alternations. First the sick sister, the new Mama, then followed me and my brother.

When my brother was sick, his close friend Novira wondered, why did he get sick that long? Even if the usual fever is only two days already healed. Remembering the ghost photo that was caught by the camera of my brother's device.

The good news is, ever since that incident my brother believed that ghosts existed. Usually he doesn't believe it, but this time he's clumsy. He became afraid to take pictures every time before the magrib.

I still remember exactly what the figure in the photo looked like. If asked to describe on white paper with a pencil, you can. It still sticks out in memory. Sometimes if you pass through or see the room behind the kitchen so like to remember the same photo. Fortunately, we moved a few years ago. So no longer feel haunted by the incident.